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.
Work was... Well, it was work. Sarah wasn't having any fun doing it either. She had come to New York due to it's large artist community, but so far, the most she's done is a few paintings. That was very little compared to the three a day she used to accomplish in Seattle, and that was while in college. She had less time there and then compared to now. It seemed working for just money was not a good idea for Sarah.
When she got home from work that day, around lunchtime, she headed straight for the easel she had set up in her living room. It had sat there since she had finished the last painting she'd done: a painted replica of a family portrait around two weeks before. The easel had a plan canvas on it, begging to be colored.
Sarah didn't even change out of her work clothes, she just went straight to painting. There wasn't much thought in her strokes. She'd hold her brush and let her imagination guide her.
In an hour, the beginnings of her painting were showing up. It was just a background. Not even a good one either. The base colors of the background were on the canvas. That was good enough for her at that moment.
"I'll do more after it dries," she promised herself.
She stood from her stool and walked into the kitchenette. She needed some food in her. After that, she'd change.
After eating and getting cleaned up, Sarah decided to go back to painting. Her 'cleaned up' happened to be a dirty concert tee that had been her brother's and paint splattered jeans. Once dressed in her old and dirty clothes, she sat back down at the easel.
The colors on the canvas had dried, giving the material a blue-green tint. It appeared she was either doing a forest or water scene. 'Wonder which one it is,'[/color] she thought before she started to work again.
The brush felt right in her hands. There were paint smudges on her face and hands, but she really didn't care. She was painting again.
Since she had taken a half week off from work, Sarah worked well into the night on her painting. By the time she was done, she was almost positive there was more paint on her than on the canvas.
She really didn't care.
By the time she stopped, she was barely able to keep her eyes open. With a sigh, she shuffled over to her futon, in its couch position. When she was close enough, she flopped onto the surface.
The still unfinished painting had the beginnings of a humanoid bodies in the right portion of the center. The humanoids were shapeless besides for the skin color that could be seen. The blue-green background now had blue-gray formations around the humanoids. The formations covered three sides of the canvas, right, left, and the bottom.
When she woke up, the single woman stretched her tired limbs. When she realized where she was, Sarah laughed.
"I can't believe I fell asleep on the couch," she laughed. "Oh well, I'll paint before breakfast."
Sarah swung her body so that her feet were off the futon and her upper body vertical. She stretched her arms up and her spine popped back into place. When she was finished, the brunette stood up and walked over to her easel. She smiled at the canvas.
Sarah was in the middle of working on the formations when her land line started to ring. She sighed before placing her paintbrush down. Reluctantly she walked over to her home phone.
"Hello?" she asked as she answered.
"Hello, Miss Jackson?" She knew that voice. It was her boss.
"Do you need me to come in?" She didn't want to, but she would if she was asked.
"Please! We've got almost half the staff out sick," her boss pleaded.
Sarah sighed before she told him she'd be there in less than an hour. It wouldn't take her long to shower and change.
Working a double shift was not how Sarah pictured her day off. They had very little staff due to some bug that was going area. Being understaffed was a dangerous thing during the lunch and dinner rushes. The rushes were always the worst time for the staff, let alone one that was understaffed.
When the brunette finally got to her apartment building, she was tired, cranky, and just wanted to sleep. Her neighbors didn't let her go straight to her apartment though. They talked to her, asked her about her day, asked about her family, chatted aimlessly to her.
By the time she got to her apartment, she didn't do anything except go to her bedroom. As she walked, she took off her shoes, jacket, and all other articles that would make it hard for her to sleep.
The painting was still lying on the easel, unfinished.
Friday didn't come quick enough. Sarah had been stuck doing shift after shift at work to make up for the lack of healthy staff. Every day she'd come home tired and cranky. She hadn't even touched her painting since she was called into work.
Her boss was giving her the early shift, breakfast to lunch, then the rest of the day off. She was excited. The afternoon off meant that she could paint again.
When she got home, she changed into her painting clothes. She was tired, but she wanted to paint more than she wanted to sleep. So painting it was.
When the sun set Friday night, Sarah was exhausted. However, she was happily so.
She had been able to make the blue-gray formations look more like the rocks they were supposed to be. The blue-green background took a moving look to it, like underwater currents. She still hadn't touched the humanoids again. She wan't sure what she wanted to do with them.
'Would they be mermaids? Underwater breathing mutants? Some sort of nymphs? Maybe they could end up as spirits who had died in the water?[/color]
Morning came far too quickly for the tired woman. She was woken by light streaming in from the window. Instead of getting up, like she knew she should have, she picked up a bottle of pills and her bottle of water from her metal nightstand. She took one of the sleeping pills with a little bit of the water.
After the pill went down her throat she stayed lying in comfortable bed until the medicine finally took effect. When she was asleep, she went back into her dream world. There she dreamed of underwater creatures that hid in rocky cliffs.
Sarah sat in front of her easel with her paints out and her brush poised. Unfortunately nothing was coming to her. She knew what she wanted, but her artistic abilities weren't letting her paint. She was stuck with a block.
"Just what I needed. I want to finish this!" She huffed as she looked at the unfinished painting. She realized she wasn't going to finish it for a while. "Guess I'll see to it another day."
Sarah huffed in annoyance. Her fingers were twitching and wanting to paint, but she couldn't. She had work and work would make her too tired to paint. She huffed again as she sat in the break room.
She grabbed a piece of paper and pen and let her hands move. She'd at least get some of the twitchy-ness out before she had to get back to work. Maybe she'd be awake enough to paint a little if she was lucky.
With a quick look around the apartment, she smiled. The phone was off the hook making it impossible for someone to call her. Her door was locked and had a note on it saying she was out of town, so no one would bother her. The restaurant was closed for the day so no work was needed.
Sarah walked through the park with a small whistling sound coming from her lips. She was in a good mood for the day. She wasn't carrying her art bag, but she hadn't needed it. Today was a nice day and she didn't have much to worry about.
The brunette had gotten the best news that morning. Her brother was engaged! It was a nice thing to hear for the young woman. Eric had been dating the girl for some time and finally 'popped the question'. The woman had said yes.
The fact that her brother had finally been confident enough to ask her to marry him made Sarah happy. Jen, her brother's fiance, had asked Sarah to be in the bridal party; the brunette had said yes.
The news had caused Sarah to paint a picture of her brother and Jen, leaving her with only a little paint left. This meant that she had to go out to buy some more. It was a trip that Sarah gladly took. Her under water painting was still sitting unfinished, but she would handle that later on in the week.
After sitting at her easel for a good half hour, Sarah's fingers finally picked up her paintbrush. A dip into her new paints. Then she was off.
Her body was focused on moving her hand where it needed to go. Her mind, however, was focused on how she would get enough money for a trip back home. The wedding wouldn't be for a year or so, but she would need to start saving up soon.
As an hour passed, the two figures were beginning to take shape. They were no longer vague creatures. Now one was a mermaid and the other a spirit.
The idea had popped into her head as she walked past a book store. There was a copy of The Little Mermaid in the window. A thought struck her. 'What if he had died instead of being saved?' Thus her mind created a picture similar to the one on her easel. There would only be a few touches to make it perfect, after finishing the people first.
The mermaid had wild light red, almost strawberry blonde, hair and a seaweed green colored tail. The hair was fanned out and looked to be tangled in some areas. The tail would have some sea things attached to it, though it would be added later. She was still deciding weither the mermaid should have something covering her chest area.
The spirit was male, like in the story. Golden blonde hair adorned the male spirit's head, though there wasn't much. Sarah had put him in an outfit similar to the one Prince Eric wore in the Disney movie. The only thing the brunette did differently was make his clothes far more tattered and he was without shoes.
Now the scene was taking shape. The young woman was slightly proud of what she had been able to do. Now she just needed to get some sleep and work on it next time she had free time.
A giddy Sarah literally skipped down the streets of New York. While she would have been stared at if she had done the action in her Seattle neighborhood, no one in New York City was giving her a second glance. She wasn't sure if it was a good or bad thing, but she'd figure it out later. At the moment she was too happy to care.
The brunette was even happy enough to wear the one skirt in her wardrobe. It was a light blue and layered, reaching down to her ankles. It was a skirt she wore when she in the mood she was in at the moment. Often times she would have stayed home and danced around the house in it, but her brother wasn't there to dance with her, so she left her apartment.
The reason for her happiness was simple. So simple someone might not think it could have such an effect on the twenty-three year old. Her own family wondered how something so simple could make someone so happy. The only one who ever seemed to understand was Tonho, and that was just barely. Her cousin seemed to only understand that she was proud of herself. That feeling was something he knew very well.
So, to put it simply, Sarah Jackson was extrememly happy and proud of herself. Why? Well, that was even simplier.
