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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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.
Summer was a time for lazing around at home in front of the boob tube, of hitting up video game arcades and playing far too many hours of soccer. But most importantly, it was a time of... ogling guys.
Amelia swooned again as one of them did a really sweet trick. Not one to be the obvious gawker, she turned her attention back to her duty on the other side of the fence, in the grass by the skate park. She picked up her soccer ball with her foot and started bouncing it up and down while standing in place. She kept count.
One. Two. Three. Peek at boys. Four.
This count-keeping would continue for quite a while, unless someone or something did something to halt its course...
Gawain needed to blow off some steam. Not the kind of steam one blows off at the danger room; he needed some alone time away from the Mansion and all the annoying brats, and th counselor, and the X-men, the whole deal. So, he went back to the other place where he felt at home.
Nope, not to Rupert's.
The skate park.
Of course, since it was the last days of summer, the park was teeming with kids on wheels. Some of them were pretty good, and some of them he knew, and some of them he hated.
Jake and his crew were of the latter kind. They were on their way to the park, ahead of him, but stopped and rolled around in circles, doing tricks. That primitive behavior meant they have spotted a girl.
"Heeey there cute one!" yelled one of the fine specimens "No one to play with?"
Another one made some bad joke about balls to play with, and there was general amusement. Gawain slowed down, not wanting to get in the middle of the game, but turned to look who the victim was. She looked like she could handle herself.
So far, so good. This was the X-trainee's day off.
Amelia arched an eyebrow at the childish behavior. Some boys had surrounded her. They were showing off. Showing off how dumb they could be.
The girl was not the type to swoon for any old boy. They had to be the right type. The right type wasn't immature. The right type didn't make jokes at her expense or try and act like they were something they were not. These guys were acting like they were jerks.
Okay. Maybe they were acting like what they were like.
The counting continued. 10. 11. 12. Amelia ignored them.
One boy cracked a joke he really shouldn't have. The ball rose higher in the air as Amelia juggled it. And then, as it came down, she made her decision. Her foot struck out like lightning to hit the ball. The ball went flying at the rude boy's head.
Usually, Amelia was not the type to commit such acts of violence. She was smarter than that. The guy had just said something that he really shouldn't have. Shame he ducked the oncoming ball with a spurt of profanity.
Amelia watched in horror as the ball kept going, past its intended target.
"Oops."
Jake and his gang roared with raucous laughter. Jerks.
The crew was going into double hyper jerk mode. Gawain wrinkled his nose and rolled towards them on his skateboard.
"All right, you all, that's quite enUFFF..."
Soccer ball. Right in the nose. Wicked kick. That girl had talent.
Gawain was flat on his back in a second, fall made worse by th skateboard slipping out from under him. He was vaguely aware of crude laughter and the crew rolling away. Other than that, it was mainly stars and black spots.
Why does this stuff always happen to me?
Girls broke almost every bone in his body, over the years - and some muscles too. But seriously? An X-trainee with a serious amount of Danger Room hours piled up, taken down by a girl with a soccer ball? Life was not fair.
Oh man. Oh man oh man oh man. This was not good. Was this why guys were always cringing when she boasted about her ball-kicking prowess? Because they foresaw their own deaths at the flick of her kick? So not cool. So not fair. Why had this guy even been there to get hit?
Amelia stood over him, frowning. For a moment, she just stared.
Was he still breathing? Had she knocked him unconscious? Killed him? Or worse?
The girl gave the boy a nudge with the tip of her shoe. "Hey, skater boy. You still alive?" She asked, with all the concern in the world.
Someone nudged him. Gawain opened his eyes, then closed them again, hands cupped over his nose. The world was spinning, and the axis was his nose. Not a pleasant experience.
>>"Hey, skater boy. You still alive?"
"Yeah" he muttered, rolling to sit down. Way too fast. "Whoa whoa..."
At least it was not the crew. The crew was gone. It was a girl. The girl?
Also, sitting up plus gravity equals blood dripping from said nose. Double ouch.
Amelia turned to rummage in her sweatshirt pocket for something to help with that. She came up empty. Darn.
"You're bleeding," she said, seriously. "Let me help you up. We'll get you to somewhere where you can wash up and get cleaned."
Her eyes swung towards her soccer ball, not too far away. She'd have to get that, once she was done giving him a hand up. Probably wash it, too.
Eyes swung back to the guy. He was kind of cute, in an 'oh god, his nose is broken' sort of way. He probably would have been a whole lot cuter, sans blood.
Amelia offered him her hand. "Can you remember your name?" She frowned.
>>"You're bleeding. Let me help you up. We'll get you to somewhere where you can wash up and get cleaned."
"Thasssgood." Gawan agreed, taking the hand at the second try and pulling himself up. Stipp dizzy. Blood loos or concussion? DocProf will kill me for this.
He rummaged around in his pockets, but found nothing. So he sniffed, and wpied the blood off with the back of his hand. That made things worse.
>>"Can you remember your name?"
"Maya." he answered with all the confidence in the world, as he continued rummaging for a tissue. "I don't remember yours."
At the blood wipe to the back of the hand, Amelia made a face. It was only for a second, though! Then she returned to her look of perplexed concern.
His name was... Maya. But that sounded like a girl's name. She had hit him pretty hard... huh? Through it all, he managed to play it cool and ask for her name. A girl had to appreciate tenacity, even if it might have been... imagined tenacity.
Amelia smiled. "My name's Amelia." She said, giving him the 'full version' of the name, rather than the nickname she gave friends. Because cute boys got her full name. Even if they did have concussions and it was unlikely they'd remember it. "Here." The girl tugged 'Maya' closer so she could support him with her shoulder. "We're getting you to a bathroom. By the way... don't wipe your blood on my sweatshirt."
Her eyes locked with determination on the soccer ball ahead and the bathrooms beyond it. Without waiting for acceptance of the offer or confirmation he'd even understood a word out of her mouth, she started them towards the ball.
>> "My name's Amelia. Here. We're getting you to a bathroom. By the way... don't wipe your blood on my sweatshirt."
"Amelia's a nice name" Gawain muttered, leaning against her as she supported him. And tried not to drip blood on her sweatshirt. That would have been awkward.
"You have a mean kick you know that?" smirking hurt, but he did it none the less "Is that a mutation or what?"
Because soccer ball manipulation would have been such an utterly useful ability in a fight. Wasn't there a movie about that?...
"I'll need my skateboard" he went on as they walked "Not right now, I mean. But at some point."
Right now, the ground itself felt like one giant skateboard. Thank God Gawain had good balance. Or so he thought.
In his words, he'd said 'nice'. In her head, he'd said 'cute'. Cute was better. Cute was nice.
Amelia smiled at his comment on her kick. She couldn't help it. There was something about that smirk... "No," she said. "I don't have any mutations." She idly wondered if that smirk was...
They reached the soccer ball. "Hold on," she bent to scoop the ball towards her and up into her armpit, where she held it. Thank God she had good balance. Balancing him with her shoulder while rolling and grabbing the ball with her fingertips, rolling it up her leg? It took skills.
Amelia straightened up her back and Maya's balance, then glanced over her shoulder. "Your skateboard..." It was the other way. "We'd better get it now." Even if it was one step forward and two steps back. She offered a two word reason why. "New York." The city wasn't famous for nice people who never stole.
On second thought. What. The hell. Is wrong with me?
She picked up the soccer ball. Those balls were dangerous. Shouldn't be just left lying around. Gawain almost lost his balance. Almost.
>>"Your skateboard... We'd better get it now. New York."
He nodded, and they turned around for the skateboard. Blood stopped dripping from his nose and started to dry on his face. Must have been a lovely sight, Gawain decided, I hope my nose is not broken, that would make me look like Rupert. I don't want to look like Rupert.
"So you play soccer with people, or just use the ball to hunt them?" he wanted to know as they picked up the skateboard. Just in case.
Okay, now? He was actively hitting on her. No imagined words or tenacity here, folks. Nice. She couldn't help but keep that smile from earlier plastered on her face as she got her ball. It may have even tried competing with Maya for a 'Smirk of the Year' award.
>>"So you play soccer with people, or just use the ball to hunt them?"
She handed him his skateboard, still smirking. "I don't make a habit," Amelia noted. "Of kicking soccer balls at people. Usually, it's just playing."
She gave his shoulder a squeeze as she turned them back towards the bathrooms and started them back on their hobbling path.
The girl smiled. She was kind of pretty. She was also very young. At least, younger than him. So now the question was, was she someone young who looked (and thought) older than her age, or someone grown up who had the luck to look young? And what was she saying again?
>>"I don't make a habit, of kicking soccer balls at people. Usually, it's just playing."
"That's good to know" he smiled as they walked slowly towards the bathrooms. His head was still spinning, but it was gradually getting better, and the nosebleed stopped. It was still good to have someone to lean on though. ... All right, so maybe he leaned on her a bit more than he needed.
Geez, one hit on the head and I am turning into Sam. Great.
