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.
To be honest, it had been better than the last time, with her ex-parrot girlfriend. Things the time before had been pretty hot, sure... but rough and rushed considering they had literally been in a dance club at the time.
This time... this time had been sweet. April was certainly more experienced than her, but also happened to be a very kind teacher. The things she learned she quietly tucked away for a later date, while focusing on being in the moment and trying to return as much of that same vigor as April was showing her.
What felt like hours later the both of them appeared back in April's apartment. Shelby was half clothed, hair mussed up cutely and had a few lingering marks decorating her neck in a few places. She was also blushing massively still and riding an endorphin high the lives she had never felt before. Every time she looked at April she couldn't help but giggle .
"That was.. uh... really wow. Very wow." There were a few smudges of ink on her in a few places, which had come out of the painting with her. She blinked while scratching her head.
"I think I left my bra in there." She shrugged. It would get spit back out in about 15 minutes or so. No biggie.
Shelby flushed a little and laughed nervously. "Uh, well... I have?" She hadn't been particularly keen on bragging about spending her entire day inside a painting. That felt like something old people would complain about. Maybe not this one, though? "When I discovered that I could do this I got myself trapped in an Escher inspired painting for practically ever. Just kept rolling down the stairs on loop. It was awful... but also fun in retrospect." It had been a really weird day.
"Since then I've been in them exploring what I can do quite a bit. I can bring food in here with me and just... adventure. It's pretty fun." She grinned at him and reached out to snag his sleeve at the same time she touche the next painting.
"I hadn't really thought of a treasure or anything. Should I add one in? I definitely could, but anything removed from painting-verse reverts back to paint on the outside. I found that out the hard way trying to leave with a giant banana once." There had been a lot of yellow paint on her hotel room floor. Cleaning fees had been astronomical.
They appeared in an empty castle hall. All the bells and whistles of a creepy old fortress as far as the eye could see. Shelby reached immediately for a torch that had been on the wall to secure a source of light.
"I suppose we could play this one like a level of Mario, like... make it through and beat the bad guys. Get to the next level?" What all had she painted in here besides skeletons? She couldn't remember if there had been any treasure or not. "We should probably clear the whole place though, otherwise on the way back we'll still have skeletons to deal with."
As if on cue, the clattering and clanking of bones shambling toward them broke through the silence of the hall. Shelby held the torch out in front of her and pointed her spear out.
"If we need to leave all I need to do is touch that painting back there and you at the same time, so... um... stay close?"
There may have been a warble in her voice there. She was very much not a fighter in any sense and also skeletons were creepy. What on earth had she been thinking?!
His explanation made sense. A lot of sense, actually. Maybe it was just from the fact that not long ago she had been one of the powerless shrapnel magnets he was talking about. "That... is actually a really good point." She paused, seemingly considering things for a moment. "Maybe I need to get me one of those too, while i'm living here." She laughed, but not at the thought. She'd really like not to die via mutant shrapnel thankyouverymuch.
After listening to him rattle off the numbers, she looked at each painting in turn. Yes, that would do just fine! It took a lot of the guess work out of 'what's next?'.
Once she had the pictures visualized with numbers, she clicked the button on her phone to roll the dice. 2!
She glanced at the painting associated with the number. It was a pretty dilapidated, crumbly looking castle setting with little teeny skeletons scattered around through out the halls and rooms. "Alright, we have our staring painting. We just gotta pop into the equipment room first. Can you help me grab these paintings to take with?" She grabbed two of the canvases. The Acrylic had dried already in the few hours it had been since she had painted them.
She waited until he was ready, then held out her hand for him to take. "Okay, so getting in there is pretty quick. It can be a little disorienting, and careful when you land."
Once she had a grip on him they'd vanish with an audible little POP.
They appeared inside the equipment room within that same second. There was a tiny bit of a drop as they landed on the ground, but nothing huge. Shelby managed to stay on her feet this time and turned to look back at her exit painting. "Alright, suit up I guess?"
She headed on in to the room. It was themed like a room ripped straight out of a dungeon. Rough stone walls and torches on the walls. The gear he had requested were in one corner next to his painted weapons. Her armor was in another corner, next to a long spear she had painted for herself. She set the canvases down for a moment in order to shrug on her green and gold armor over her clothing. It fit correctly because she had willed it to, which was great. She hadn't been sure of that aspect before.
"Once we're ready we'll hop into the first world." She picked up the bag she had painted in for her other canvases and started to slide them in. They all seemed to fit without stretching the bag at all, since she had wanted it to be alike a dimension pocket of sorts. Cool!
"There'll be skeletons in the first one and I tried to design then with realistic physics and stuff, so we will see how this goes." Everything, while painted somewhat realistically, still had a very Vincent Vangough feel to it when it came to color blending.
She shifted her spear about experimentally. It was light, which was what she had wanted. "This is actually kinda fun! Like i'm in an old video game."
She headed on over to a blank section of wall and pulled out the next painting. Leaning it there, she waited for him to join her.
Just watching the expression shift on April's face was enough of a compliment for what she had drawn. There was really something special in getting to see what art did for other people on an emotional level.
Shelby stayed quiet though not wanting to break the moment too soon.
Tripping like a doof was enough of a moment ruiner anyway.
April landed above her in a close and intimate kind of way that had her heart beating harder again, and not from the fall. Pink hair splayed out in ever direction, legs flopped out like a rag doll. She gulped.
"In a good way, though... I'd reckon."
April was so close. Those beautiful curls hanging down, reflecting the orange and golds of the room. Shelby's hands drew up, nervous and excited at the same time as she reached to touch her pale cheeks.
"Can we pick back up where we left off in the cab?"
She lifted herself up a little to kiss her, wanting so very much to feel those lips again.
He had on an honest to goodness bullet proof vest under his jacket. "I'm sorry, what did you say you do again?? Why does a webnovali-- No, never mind." She shook her head and dropped it. "This city has enough weird stuff going on all the time, I shouldn't be surprised."
She painted in everything he mentioned, adding things here and there if they felt like they matched or fit the setting. Eventually, it felt like there was enough and she was ready. No, they were ready. He was super ready, and also bullet proof.
"I don't have any dice on me..." She started, before remembering that her phone had magical capabilities to download things at her discretion that hadn't existed when she was this age before. It only took a few moments to find and get a dice rolling app downloaded on her phone. She was seriously glad someone had turned it in after finding it in that grocery store.
"Alright, that ought to do it. Now... what are we rolling for? I'll admit I was new to this game years ago and haven't touched it really until now. I don't know a whole lot of the rules anymore.
She had her app ready, her bag with paints and brushes, and her canvases snuggled awkwardly between her boots so she could he touching everything at once. When Mal was good and ready, she would pop them in.
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Her cheeks burned. Could she keep her? Jesus, if she kept saying adorable things like that Shelby would probably willingly stay for however long she wanted her. The artist kissed her back sweetly, laughing between each kiss. "I've never messed up a kitchen before. Maybe in the future, but not quite what I mean for right now."
All primed and read in more than once sense, she made sure she had a good grip on April before grinning cheekily. "Someplace out of this world."
She immediately regretted how dumb that had sounded, but ohwell! Maybe dragging her into a painting dimension would smooth over the fact that she sucked at romantic one liners.
Pop!
In the blink of an eye they vanished from the kitchen and appeared in a larger, cozier version of the very drawing Shelby had shown her. They touched down on fake, shaded wood that certainly felt like the real thing, with a shaggy comfortable looking carpet only a few paces away next to a realistically roaring flame in various shades of orange marker. The perimeter of the room was chilly in a weird way, but as Shelby drew April a few steps closer toward the fire, it warmed up. Also in a strange, not quite real way.
The heat was there, but almost seemed to be lacking a physical reaction. It was just warm. Pleasantly, comfortably so. The fire wasn't even designed to burn if touched.
little dots of white meant to be snowflakes fluttered past the sole window in the room as if on a loop, and a wonderful orange glow filled the place with life. The only thing that didn't look at all like her drawing was that one wall was totally black, with a framed picture of April's kitchen sitting square in the center of it. That was their portal home.
Shelby's bare feet hit the thick rug and she could feel all the softness that a doodled plush rug made with her power could provide.
She tried to look extra sultry while backing towards the fireplace, wanting the image and mood to be just right.
Too bad she tripped on her own stupid rug halfway there and ended up flailing backwards to meet the floor.
She scratched the back of her neck uncertainly. Maybe... maybe that invite had been a bad idea.
"Well, um... about that." There may have been a nervous chuckle. "I don't really know? I know found out about the power like, a few weeks ago? So I don't have all the details ironed out yet. I know I can make things out here that appear in there, and I know that they can move and sort-of act like real life objects and creatures if I put the thought in. I know that the creatures I put in there can touch us, but I tried to make them a little less bloodthirsty than they are in the books, because I kind of like living quite a bit. Also, everything is made of paint, or.. whatever I drew it with."
She turned and glanced at her entry point painting, reaching for her paints and brushes. "I can paint in anything you like for armor and such. It might not look 100% realists, but it will function how I want it to function." And just like that she squiggled in a semi-realistic brown trench coat. She was open to any other suggestions he had as well, and tossed in a few pieces of something that looked like elf armor for herself. If they were gonna dress up, she was gonna play the part too!
"The whole idea I had was that each painting is like a level. When we reach the end of one, I throw up the next painting and we go into the next level. If you want you can pick out a few that look interesting to you."
There were many, with a lot of different creatures from the games lore. She had really dug in trying to make something fun.
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April certainly had all the bells and whistles when it came to flirting, and the more playful she was the more Shelby started to come out of her shell. There was giggling at being tugged, though she was curious enough to take a quick peek around. "I can say that it involves pens and markers." Oh, that sounded maybe a tad kinkier than she had intended. She'd have to keep an open mind, what with all of April's guesses up to this point.
Once she was inside she slip her bag from around her shoulders and dropped it off to the side, just inside the doorway. She ket her drawing pad in her hand as she was drawn further in.
Did she want another drink? "I think I can get plenty drunk off of you." Was that sexy? That had certainly sounded better in her head. Shelby flushed darkly while trying to kick her shoes off.
"I do think it's probably time to show you my surprise though." She looked for a surface to set her drawing pad down on and let her fingers rest on the page with the cabin drawing on it.
"I really hope you like it, but it will require us going somewhere else... will you come with me?" April was still holding one of her hands, which was all the contact she needed. She just wanted to make sure that was on board before stealing her away into her drawing.
Woo, he was full of questions, was't he? She blinked once at him, a tad uncomfortable, and glanced back to her paintings. "Hm... I don't have a definite name for it yet. Bubble space? Nah. Um... Painting portal? Eh..." Her face scrunched up. She wasn't sure if she could come up with a cool name or anything. In the end she just ended up shrugging.
Oh... A web novelist. That was cool. At least he had a somewhat legitimate reason for all the questions now and wasn't just a creep. "Neat." She relaxed a little at his excitement. It was interesting that he was focused on her, but not really on her. Her power was cool and that was all that seemed to matter.
Cool!
"Would you wanna see it up close? I was working on seeing how far I could get in my paintings." She pointed at one of the stacked ones behind her. "I've got like, a dozen of these I think? Kinda wanted to frame it like a DnD campaign."
Oooh, she was both close and far off. On one hand she couldn't consider it kinky necessarily, but it was definitely bedroom related if things went the way she hoped. "You're warmer, but not quite there." She chuckled.
"Has it? That's great! Seattle, well.. everywhere was still super in the closet about everything from what I remember. Lord knows how I would have managed if I hadn't had friends in the same boat." She had definitely been one of the lucky ones, able to come out naturally and without much push back.
Seeing April unabashedly being so proud of herself, even if it was a joke, was hot... to put it in as few words as possible. Prideful, confident people were definitely a weakness. "You've got that right."
Her heart thudded harder with each step as they grew closer to the apartment. It was with a wonderful anticipation though, the kind that left you feeling tingly and light as a feather. She'd wait until they were inside and comfortable to spring her surprise.
Grass tasted like an expensive and disappointing salad at a fancy restaurant, she decided. Not for her, thank you very much.
Pushing herself up and spitting a leaf out, she turned a fairly grumpy expression on the man she had tripped over. The mood didn't last long since he apologized so quickly, and she set about picking herself up the rest of the way. A quick glance was proof that her remaining paintings were still there, so no one had run off with anything.
Shoving pink hair from her face, she blinked at him. "Don't sweat it. You couldn't have known I was gonna pop up like that, right?" She glanced at her art again, before laughing softly.
"They're mine... I'm testing something and wanted to do it out of the house."
"Hm... I think you could try, but I don't know if you'd be able to peg it easily." The artist grinned, nuzzling her cheek into April's hair a little as she was leaned on.
"Seattle is pretty great. Lots of support and free love and what not, even with the tensions going on. Er, or that they had going on." It was till pretty hard to wrap her head around the fact that she had pretty much time traveled, even if only in a vague sense.
"And oh my are the people beautiful... a little pretentious, but totally gorgeous." She flipped a few pages back in her pad to a sketch of Olivia. Deep red feathers, highlights of green, blue, and gold. Her feathers sat where hair usually would, fluffing backwards in elegant swoops. Her face was all sharp angles, accented id laugh.
She glanced at April with a smirk on her lips. "I think you would fit right in there, to be honest."
After depositing the first of her paintings into the space, she fiddled with a few things here and there to test out how the armor would work, and what the swords would work against their intended targets. It was strange... though they weren't drawn to be super realistic, touching the edge with the pad of one thumb proved that it was indeed sharp. She found it interesting that the thought she put into something seemed to be more important than the technical aspects of it. The armor similarly looked a little bulky, but felt solid and felt like it had a good amount of resistance when she tested it with one of the swords.
Pleased, she gave the place a once over one more time before deciding to head back out. She would need to remind herself to paint in a bag of some sort to make carrying all of her canvases easier.
POP
She reappeared in the real world a second later, but instead of touching down on solid ground she tripped over something, or someone, in the way and found herself quickly heading down to say hello to the grass
It was a clear day, and warmer than she was used for this time of year. 52 degrees out was not typically what Seattle winters looked like. Where was all the panicking? The driving erratically?
.... Not that everyone in New York didn't always drive erratically, but still.
She had decided to get out for a bit despite a little chill in the air, and brought her newly purchased art supplies with her. She'd set up in a nearby park with her back against a tree and her canas in her lap, and spent a few hours just... painting. There was a mission she had in mind when she had set out to do this, too... she wanted to test her powers. See what they were really capable of.
Hours passed, and she had compiled a little hoard of paintings besides the first one. The first was a painting of a room with three walls lined with items. Swords, shields, armor, ect. She had tried ro keep the design simple, get enough detail that she would be easily able to identify what was what. There were no doors, in the room since her next painting was going to function like one.
Gathering up an armful of the paintings, she headed into her painting space with an audible POP
The original piece of artwork was left behind, leang up against the tree she had painted it at for all so see.
She wouldn't be gone long, so she wasn't terribly worried.
She was freaking out, but managing to keep most of it bottled up inside. "I can drive, i've had a license for a few years." Her hands didn't shake as much when she had them in a death grip on the steering wheel. "I just don't drive much because driving in cities is a pain. I hate traffic." She probably needed to try and explain herself, before her new friend started to think she was out of her damn mind.
... Then again, Shelby wasn't so sure anymore herself.
She shifted to reverse and backed out like a normal person, shifting again when she had clearance so that they could start rolling towards the road. She'd make sure to pull on out like she was't fleeing from a catastrophe i a supermarket, and hopefully they wouldn't draw any attention.
Oh crap, she nearly forgot to buckle!
After remedying that, she continued. "Okay, I know it's cliche and that we just met, but... I-I promise I'm not insane. Like, I have no idea what is going on right now, but I at least think I haven't lost my mind."
Just as they pulled away onto the road, she spotted five cop cars round a corner in her rear mirror. They ripped into the parking lot quickly. Dodged a bullet!
"I don't know why someone stabbed me in the leg with that needle, or.. or if I did it myself? I don't know." She felt twitchy from anxiety, but kept her eyes forward.
"I don't know why I had the keys to this car, I don't own a van!, and I... I don't recognize any of these buildings." She snuck a glance at Rayne while chewing in her lips nervously. "I'm sorry I dragged you into whatever this is, I didn't mean to... D-do you know what city this is?"
She rolled to a slow stop a block away at a red light and took a shaky breath in to try and calm herself down a little.
