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.
This was all... just too much. Jude was gone. Maya and Sebastian were gone. The apartment was a crime scene and she was not even allowed to go into the building. She had no stuff except for the things she had in her purse when she went for a walk.
Also. Everyone was gone.
Why do I keep ending up on the streets?...
The blonde Russian sat on a bench in Central Park and stared into the sunset. She had nothing else to do.
Where to go? Police? They already knew. They were the reason she had no home. Again. As usual. The Mansion? Even in shock, Sveta knew how upset she was and the last thing she wanted was to brush against another mutant and blow up the whole damn school.
So, she sat on a bench.
It was late summer. Late summer nights in the open are not so bad.
But still. Life sucked.
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
Whoever said this wise quote had not been kidding.
Idly, Amelia wondered if Gawain was alright. He hadn't called in a while. Had he gotten hurt? Was he in a ditch somewhere? Had he ditched her? She didn't know. She hadn't decided whether to get mad or not, yet. Maybe he'd simply gotten busy with school starting, and hadn't thought to call. She wasn't judging anyone harshly, yet.
Yet, yet. Too many yets.
With a sigh, Amelia pressed all these thoughts and worries deep down in her heart, where she wouldn't feel them.
What had she been thinking about before those worries had once again popped to the foreground of her mind again? Oh yeah. Sunsets. They were pretty. Especially while she was out walking in Central Park.
"I'll bet Gawain could have found something more beautiful without really trying..." She sighed as she stopped in front of a sullen-looking woman at a bench. "Oh, goddammit..." She hung her head in shame. There she'd gone, thinking about him again. "Today just isn't a good day."
Sveta looked up; there was a young girl muttering to herself, balancing on the edge of melancholy. Probably some issue with boys. Or with one boy, at least. That seemed to be the most popular cause for muttering into the sunset. If one had a place to live, that is.
>>"Oh, goddammit... Today just isn't a good day."
"Yes, tell me about it" Sveta sighed, resting her chin on her knuckles "Just one of dose days, I can't wait it ot be over."
That, of course, also meant a night spent wherever, but yeah. Just one of those days.
Sveta scooted over to allow a place for the girl on the bench. When you are already moping, why not share the mope with someone else. Girl moping together was always such a good idea. And it usually ended in chocolate. And ice-cream.
Oh god, ice-cream would be so good.
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
>>"Yes, tell me about it" A woman with a Russian accent said.
"Hm?" Amelia glanced over her shoulder. A woman with beautiful blond hair was seated on the bench. She was pretty. Real pretty. But also, real sad.
The woman scooted over to make room for her. Amelia plopped down on the bench.
Suddenly, she felt like talking. "There's this guy I like," she said, smiling wistfully into the distance. Her hands steadied herself on the bench as she leaned forward slightly to explain. "We went on two dates. He kissed me." The smile faded slightly and she looked at her feet. "He hasn't called about date three. I'm worried." She looked to the pretty lady. "That maybe he got hurt. Or maybe he decided I was terrible, and didn't want anything to do with me any more. Break one guy's nose, and..." She trailed off.
For some reason, Amelia didn't feel as lame as before. There was something about having someone to talk to that made it better. Made her feel a bit stronger, like she could organize her thoughts. She shook her head with a self-deprecatory laugh. "Maybe I'm just overreacting. He might have lost my number." Simple as that. "... Even though I wrote it on his hand." Okay. Maybe not so simple. Maybe she should have used permanent, 'never-goes-away', ink? Blah.
Now she felt like rambling some more about it. Why was she suddenly so restless? Her mind just couldn't stand still. It kept walking in circles. There was only one thing she could do to stop it from wearing a hole in her head.
Amelia turned towards the lady who'd listened. "My name's Amelia," she said. "Ami for short." Ami, like an 'Ah', then a 'Mee'. "Why are you so sad...?" She asked.
It isn't fun when nice people are sad. She seemed nice. Pretty and nice. And she listened. Totally her brother's type.
The girl did not need to be asked twice. In fact, she did not need to be asked at all.
>>"There's this guy I like. We went on two dates. He kissed me."
Oh yeah, here it goes. Despite the gravity of the situation, Sveta found herself smiling. Politely.
>>"He hasn't called about date three. I'm worried. That maybe he got hurt. Or maybe he decided I was terrible, and didn't want anything to do with me any more. Break one guy's nose, and..."
Yeah yeah. Sveta kept nodding. Wait, broken nose? Man that must have been some date... she secretly decided she would not blame the guy if he did not show up. Eveng though the girl looked cute and not especially dangerous.
>>"Maybe I'm just overreacting. He might have lost my number... Even though I wrote it on his hand."
Uh-huh.
"Dat just means he washes his hands." she noted. Always look on the bright side.
>>"My name's Amelia. Ami for short. Why are you so sad...?"
"My name is Svetlana. Sveta for short." she smirks "I am not sad, just pissed. I cannot go home because de building is a crime scene. So, I am just sitting out here."
Probably for quite a long time.
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
>>"Whoa, a crime scene? That's no good. So that means you have no place to go then?"
"Well, yes" Sveta agrees, then "Well, no. I have a place to go but I would rather not go dere. People..."
Tend to get into trouble when I am around? Make a habit of uncontrollable displays of mutant powers?
"... are not nice to me."
It was not fair to talk about the Mansion like that. She really did love those people. But it was not her place. Not now, at least. Not for a long time.
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
>>"... Not nice to you? How could anyone not be nice to you? You're so nice."
Sveta chuckled. You don't know me, she wanted to say, you don't know half of it. Even less than half. You know nothing. And you still think I'm nice. If I walk away now, maybe it would stay that way.
>>"Listen, if you need help, I know someone with an extra room in their apartment. I could help you out."
Sveta blinked. She did not expect that.
"Someone?..." it just sounded weird. Who was this girl, Mother Teresa?... "I don't want ot be trouble. And I am usually trouble."
She did not know half of it.
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
"Oh, it's no trouble." Amelia insisted. "It's a big apartment... and they're used to cooking for more than one. And it's good food, believe me." She grinned. "All it'd take is one word from me and they'd give you a room and all the space you want."
Key word: you. If she didn't want any space apart from her brother, Amelia entirely understood.
For some reason, she couldn't help but be enthusiastic about the idea. She really wanted to help the lady out.
Help the lady out. That was it. There was nothing devious going on here. No sly gears turning subtly in the corner of her mind.
>>"Oh, it's no trouble. It's a big apartment... and they're used to cooking for more than one. And it's good food, believe me. All it'd take is one word from me and they'd give you a room and all the space you want."
Somewhere in the back of Sveta's mind the long dormant street-kid survival instincts were starting to awaken. She was still smiling, but her blue eyes narrowed the tiniest bit.
That good, huh? Strangers offering you a free place to stay in? Just because it worked out so well once, it did not mean she would get lucky all the time. Not with her streak of crappy luck. Not in this country.
"Dat sounds good" she smiled "So vat is dis place exactly?"
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
"My brother's apartment," Amelia replied. A thought struck her. If someone had offered her a place to stay off the street, with little to no preamble... she wouldn't have trusted them. "If you're worried that he might be a jerk..." Amelia said thoughtfully. "Maybe I could introduce you to him first at his workplace? It isn't far from here. I know I wouldn't go with a stranger without asking questions."
She wasn't sure if that's what this lady was thinking, but she seemed nice. And also smart. This was all just guesswork, but...
"At the very least, we could talk to my brother's boss there. Ghost is super-nice. She'd probably be able to help you find a place to stay." Amelia added with a smile.
>>"My brother's apartment. If you're worried that he might be a jerk... Maybe I could introduce you to him first at his workplace? It isn't far from here. I know I wouldn't go with a stranger without asking questions."
Sveta smirked. Her brother, huh. It could have been an innocent offer from an innocent teenage girl, but in Sveta's own experience, teenage girls were not usually innocent. At all. She used to be one not so long ago. Bo was also one. And Bo was practically an angel, but still. Her brother. Huh.
>>"At the very least, we could talk to my brother's boss there. Ghost is super-nice. She'd probably be able to help you find a place to stay."
Sveta's eyes widened as she looked at the girl.
"Did you just say Ghost?" she blinked. Oh hell. New York was the smallest city she's ever lived in. Did everyone know everyone else in this town? Random mutants on the steet? Anything?
"Ghost is not going to be dere" she sighed finally. Double damn. "Tell me your brother is not mutant."
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
"Because my apartment is a crime scene, and I live wid Ghost and her family. She is probably wid the police. Or, I don't know where she is. But I bet she is busy."
People tend to be busy when their apartment turns into a crime scene.
"So, your brother works for Ghost."
That was not bad. Anyone who works for Ghost cannot really be a bad person. And it also meant he was not totally a stranger.
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
