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.
In recent weeks life for Amber had been busier than usual. She had emersed herself full force into her studdies, spending every moment possible getting herself ready for finals. On top of that she had been in full research mode, trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with her, as her physical body continued to deteriorate a little more every single day. What had started with what appeared to be simple lack of sleep and degenerated into something that more closely resembled full blown illness. For a while she actually believed that it was full illness, though a trip to Doc Prof had disuaded her of that notion. Which, of course, left her with a whole other problem related to the fact that her mutation was apparantly evolving although into what she had no idea. Some sort of sickly plague ridden monster by all appearances. Which is why she had taken to reading all about mutants and the mutant condition.
Then there were Amber's usual nightly forays between the Mansion and Sanctuary and back again. Since starting school she had been making them, though the changes in her body had made her pursue them more fervently than she ever had in the past. When she had first discovered her mutant condition she had been thankful because it was something that helped explain some of the odd traits in her life, her lack of being able to go outside in the sunlight and it was something that made her special. As things changed, however, she felt more and more the outcast even from her fellow mutants and her time spent transformed in her various dinosuar forms were the only times in which she truly felt free. They were the times in which humans concerns no longer mattered and they were truly precious to her.
Presently Amber found herself laying on her stomach with one such book on mutants in front of her and black robes covering her pale and sickly flesh. She was alone in the room, the only reason she deigned to be there at all. Given her growing sense of isolation and desperation, other people were just about the last thing she felt like she needed. Just when she thought she had found a group she could belong to, a mutant family of sorts, her life once again had to take a shift for the worst. Never could she be allowed true happiness and her current transformation, whatever the final result, was proof of that. Monstrous plague victim indeed.
Agnes Nicholas, walking hive for various insects had now changed addresses from the streets and alleys to the swanky Xavier Sister School. Thanks to the intervention of a young, blonde Russian for aiding her in her escape from vicious mall cops, Agnes was given the opportunity to come here. Though she still had work with trying to trust these people. She did not like the idea of being confined here so she held onto the hope that she would be allowed to leave whenever she wanted to. So far though, thanks to nice hot baths and fresh food, she had not decided to leave…just yet.
But she still needed to explore. She had not found Gawain again since he directed her to her room, so she resorted to wandering. So far she had not left her room for fear of bring her bugs with her and being the target of someone’s jokes. She did not need that in this seemingly perfect place. But her curiosity was getting better of her. Without any other choice than to take the chance…she began to wander.
With careful steps and downcast eyes, she made no eye contact with anyone. She was sure that people wondered who she was…since she was the new face on campus. But she did not hear any one stop to question or even say hello. Maybe her appearance alone kept people away. After all, who really wants to talk to someone who looks like they are in a constant mode of brooding?
Gently she moved off into one of the random room and found it was quite spacious. The second she saw the Television, she noticed that this had to be the Living Room that Gawain had spoken of on her first day. Now she was simply in marvel over how large it is and with all the comfortable seating. She smiled, only slightly as she stepped in to look at some of the framed art, as well as the large rug that covered the floor, when she saw the small movement.
Instantly she figured she had interrupted someone’s alone time and she did not want to intrude. Plus she was too shy really to want to meet anyone else new.
“I-I’m sorry,” she said as she stepped into view of the sofa and wanted the lying down figure of a young girl. “I didn’t think any one was…” she paused when she recognized something familiar about the face. “Amber?”
Amber hated the feeling of being lost in a pit of her own despair, although it was a feeling that she was far to used to. She had thought that after being adopted and after discovering that she was a mutant with amazing abilities that she had left her previously ever-present depression far behind, but apparently not. Apparently, once again, whatever god was up there had decided to mess with her life and make her miserable. Happiness, it seemed, was for other people, not for Amber Thirsis. What she had done to deserve such a fate she had no idea but she knew it must have been something horrible.
“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t think any one was…Amber?”
Amber raised her eyes off of her book, a book she wasn't really paying much attention to anyway, and blinked dumbly for a few moments. It took longer than it should have to register the familiar face as she mentally tore herselelf out from the depth of her own dark thoughts. There was also the fact that Agnes was about the last person she had expected to see around the Mansion since she hadn't even agreed to come to Sanctuary and those at the Mansion were simply more bright and pure, less willing to accept those with darker abilites. Like herself, perhaps, and whatever it was she was becomming.
"Agnes?" Amber mentally berated herself for her stupid response. "I d-din't expect to see you here. Are you a s-student now?" At least she looked a little cleaner than their last meeting and being at the Mansion meant she was probably eating better too. She offered a smile, although it didn't entirely reach her pure black eyes. It was good that her life, at least, had improved.
>> "Agnes?..I d-din't expect to see you here. Are you a s-student now?"
“Student? No…No I don’t…think so.” she shrugged as she stood back a little awkwardly and crossed her arms over her chest. “I…just got here a day or so ago. I’ve been in the room the whole time. I think I’m just crashing here until I decide to leave.”
To be honest Agnes still was unsure about this place. She was happy to be some place that actually had four clean walls and running water and a bed, but she was still fearful. They could take those away at any moment and she would be no better off than when her parents attempted to lock her up. Agnes was very fearful of this and could not stand the idea of possibly being imprisoned once more.
Slowly she turned her attentions back to Amber. She remembered those deep black eyes from the first time she met her. They were still a little unnerving but the small smile on her face showed that her expression did not match the apparent soullessness in her gaze. But to be honest that was not fair for Agnes to call her. Amber was not soulless, instead she was one of the first in a long time that genuinely tried to help her! With a gentle smile, Agnes slowly moved over to one of the arm chairs that was near the couch and took a seat across from Amber.
“I wouldn’t expect to see myself in a place like this either,” she muttered as she turned her gaze through the entire living room, actually taking in the appearance of everything, valuable or not, before returning her look to Amber. “I got in trouble…with some mall cops. I was starving and I tried to steal some food, then some blonde, Russian lady helped me. She wouldn’t leave me alone about helping me,” she chuckled silently and the shrugged. “Before I knew it…she brought me here. I didn’t know you came here. Is it…you know…safe?”
Mistrust still sat hard in Agnes’ heart but it would be an experience she would learn to deal with . She would have to if she wanted to stay here any longer. To be honest she was starting to grow accustomed to being around people again, especially fellow mutants. Though she hoped that things would continue to run smoothly.
“Student? No…No I don’t…think so. I…just got here a day or so ago. I’ve been in the room the whole time. I think I’m just crashing here until I decide to leave.”
Amber nodded. It made sense actually, that she would somehow end up at the Mansion and that she would consider leaving so soon after arriving. "I d-don't think they'd kick you out." Although most of the people living at the Mansion were either students or teachers, she knew there were others there also that didn't fit either criteria. "B-but if they ever do and you ever want to go some place else, Sanctuary is also open to you. They are a haven for m-mutants like you and me."
In truth, when Amber had first arrived at Sanctuary she had been intimidated. The place attracted those mutants who literally had no place else to go, the ones with a criminal history or with visible mutations too severe for conventional socieity. That had been before she had learned of her own power, however, and long before her own mutation had started to turn against her. Now it was different. Now Sanctuary was home and she probably would never have another home like that.
The Mansion had been a completely different manner. When she had first learned of the Mansion it had been like a dream come true, a place for mutant teenagers to come and learn and mingle with other mutants. For weeks she had worked to build up the courage to ask her adopted father to go there, until she finally met Ghost after an ill advised breaking and entering of Mansion grounds and gotten herself registered. She hadn't looked back since then, except until she began to realize that her mutation was transforming her body, making her something other than a happy, healthy human. Even if she still wasn't certain what that was going to be, the more changes occurred the less she felt comfortable within the Mansion and around the other students. No one wanted to spend time with someone who looked like the victim of some deadly plague.
“I wouldn’t expect to see myself in a place like this either,I got in trouble…with some mall cops. I was starving and I tried to steal some food, then some blonde, Russian lady helped me. She wouldn’t leave me alone about helping me, Before I knew it…she brought me here. I didn’t know you came here. Is it…you know…safe?”
Amber grimaced at the mention of Mall cops, the utterance bringing back very real memories for her. Mall cops she didnt' have experience with, museum cops were a different matter entirely. "Cops tend to bother you even when you aren't stealing things." Such as when you tried to sneak into a dinosaur exibit in order to innocently touch one of the bones. That shouldn't even be illigal should it? "And then they d-don't help you when you actually need it. I th-think they just exist to make our lives more d-difficult." She wasn't certain when she had become quite so jaded. There had been a time when she had actually supported the police, hadn't there?
"It is safe here," Amber agreed. If there was one thing she new for certain about the Mansion it was that it was safe. "They'll even h-help you control your power if you want them too. The p-people that run this place are all really nice and they j-just want to help. They d-don't always understand but at least they try." Even if most of them were horribly niave, that wasn't the worst fault one could have.
>> [/i]"It is safe here…They'll even h-help you control your power if you want them too. The p-people that run this place are all really nice and they j-just want to help. They d-don't always understand but at least they try."
Agnes had to admit she was a little confused by this scene. Lately, these days she had been able to hold up at least some conversations, but it was rare she needed to. In her experience, there had been no need for her really up hold any conversations at all. Most people leave her alone or ignore her completely. But now or days that has started to change a lot. First Svetlana…then Gawain and now…Amber again. She really did not want to like this place, she wanted an excuse to stay on her toes so she could flee should the occasion call for it. But so far…every one seemed to be nice.
She was starting to hope that that could not change.
And of course what a coincidence, she finds the first girl who ever ventured to talk to her in months! The those black eyes, the pale skin, up close Agnes had to admit that she did look like she was quite ill. But far be it from Agnes to pry. Instead she simply sat back, dressed in a tattered green top and jeans that looked as if they had been washed in a sink (which they had), and watched Amber with a sense of kinship. From the tone of her voice it seemed like the girl had problems, but not only that, she must have felt a little out of place here too. That at least provided some common ground for them.
The thought seemed strange for a second. The last person she considered a friend back stabbed her the second her mutation became known after that horrid school incident. Ever since then she had turned her back on friends and yet here she was talking with this pale skinned girl in a school full of mutants! Being lonely is no good for trying to keep up the airs of someone who simply wanted the world to leave her alone. Maybe she did need a friend.
But that would be for time to tell.
Agnes smiled briefly as she looked over the book Amber was reading before she returned to gazing around the school.
“I’m still scared this is some kind of dream and I’m going to walk up back in the alleys. I learned to survive, but surviving is far from being happy,” she mumbled as she turned her eyes back onto Amber. “Thanks for talking to me in the alleys when you did. It did me a lot of good. Been so long since any one really just wanted to talk to me, I had almost forgotten what it was like.”
To be a mutant was to have a difficult life, a fact that Amber was well acquainted with. Mutants had to face any number of problems, mainly due to the predjudice of others, humans who didn't understand and were often afraid. She knew the kind of strife many of them faced, from parents disowning them, to having to run away from home and even, as in Agnes' case, having to live on the streets. She knew it was even worse for some of them, having to face attacks or, and she wasn't entirely sure she believed this one, being experimented on. It was hard enough being human without having the stigma of mutation tacked on there just to make life all that much more difficult. Life did not need to be any more difficult than it all ready was.
In a way, Amber's own story of being a mutant was almost a fairy tail. Sure it had started badly, with her eyes changing and those at the orphanage stigmitizing her for it. But that had led to her adoption by the giant red mutant Abyss, allowing her to have a father, uncles and a sister for the first time in her life. For a time, especially after her power had first manifested, she had been happy. She had been truly and profoundly happy for the first time in her short life an it had been nothing short of wonderful. But of course, that wasn't destined to last. Because nothing good in her life could ever last. Because now she looked like a plague victim and many of the mutants she had begun to consider as a sort of extended family, bound by their dna, no longer wanted anything to do with her. She had become an outcast among outcasts.
Amber didn't know all of Agnes' story, in fact she knew very little of it. But she was someone who understand the fact that life was so rarely fair. She was, in Amber's estimation, someone who had also gone through many hardships in her young life. And of course there was also their mutual love of the violin tying them together.
"I think its up to us t-to make our own h-happiness," Amber replied. Just because it was something she had failed at for most of her life didn't make it any less true. "Its up to us to m-make the most of the life we're given. Somtimes its hard b-but we just have to make the most of it." Now if only she could figure out how to take her own advice maybe her life would improve for the better. Maybe.
>> "I think its up to us t-to make our own h-happiness…Its up to us to m-make the most of the life we're given. Somtimes its hard b-but we just have to make the most of it."
Agnes smiled inwardly at Amber’s comment. It was a very truthful statement and one that she was almost happy to hear from someone like her. It was a hard lesson that Agnes has had to learn ever since she first stepped out onto the streets. Since that fateful day when she decided to leave her parents, she has had to discover how hard things can be. The struggle for simply necessities like food, safety, even just a full night’s sleep was difficult but even through all of that, she had to remind herself it was better than where she was.
At least on the streets she had maybe some type of happiness. Through searching trashcans and dumpsters, she had found solace away from the zealot behavior of her parents and that had to be better than nothing.
It had to be…or she was only kidding herself.
“That’s very true. Sometimes we really are forced to make our own way in the world. In doing so, we have to make ourselves happy.” She said this more to herself than to Amber. It was a lesson that she really needed to remember more often. Here she was, in a beautiful place that so far she was starting to like, and yet she still feared everything being no more than a hoax. That was not a way to live a happy life…but it was a way to live a safe one.
She smiled again at Amber and sighed as she sat back in her chair and noted that her “friend” was reading from a rather large book. She also had to admit that now under the good light of a living room, as opposed to that of a dark alley, Amber definitely did look a little sickly. At least she looked like the most sickly person she had ever seen in her life.
But what right was it for Agnes to judge? She was always surrounded by bugs and a swarm of them living inside of her chest! If there was anyone who should not throw stones about strange appearances…it was her.
“What’re you reading?” she finally asked as she leaned over a bet. Yes, this was Agnes really attempting to make a friend. It shocked her a little too. “I used to be pretty good when I was in school. Maybe I can help?”
“That’s very true. Sometimes we really are forced to make our own way in the world. In doing so, we have to make ourselves happy.”
Amber smiled gently and nodded. Just because she often seemed physically incapable of experiencing the happiness that she probably didn't deserve anyway didn't mean she couldn't try to help others experience it. Sometimes it didn't seem fair that it was her lot in life to suffer and she still didn't know what terrible thing it was that she had done to deserve such suffering but the fact was that she must have done something. She didn't deserve happiness, that much had been made abundantly clear to her. Happiness was for others to experience. But maybe, just maybe, if she helped them then a little bit of there joy might be permitted to rub off on her.
“What’re you reading? I used to be pretty good when I was in school. Maybe I can help?”
"I'm r-reading a book on mutants," Amber answered, sliding the book over to Agnes. The topic of her reading wasn't something she was ashamed of athough the reason for the reading was. The reading itself was rather fascinating, learning about the details of mutant genetics and mutant powers. As for the reason, Agnes could quite clearly see that for herself if she cared to ask.
"Its not for school but it is interesting." Just another reason why other people tended to find her weird, as if her powers and her skin condition weren't enough. Normal teenagers, apparently, didn't spend their spare time reading scientific textbooks. Ok, so maybe it wasn't a text book exactly, but it was close enough and the point remained. Normal teenagers went off and played with other people or dated or just generally went outside and enjoyed themselves in the company of other people. They didn't stay cooped up inside reading books.
"D-do you want to go back to school?" Amber asked, changing the subject. She was genuinely curious, plus it'd be good to have a friend in some of her classes maybe. If Agnes could be considered that, which she kind of hope that she could be.
Agnes took the book that Amber showed her, into her hands and began to look it over. She had to admit that it was pretty interesting. The little bit that she read seemed to speak really detailed on the evolution of mutants and the how their powers developed. The majority of the book was speculation since mutants were hard to figure out, but it was an interesting subject. Agnes had to wonder why Amber was reading this. Was it simply for fun? If so, Agnes had to admit that the girl had an odd sense of what was fun. Then again…she had to admit that she really had forgotten what was fun as well.
But before she could muse more on the subject, Amber had quickly changed the subject on her:
>> "D-do you want to go back to school?"
“I…I don’t have money for school.” Agnes sounded genuinely disappointed.
In all honesty, going to school, learning again would probably help her feel the most normal right now. She has spent so much time sleeping on the streets, rummaging through garbage and collecting trinkets or food, that she had forgotten what it was like to really have a goal. She was only surviving. But school…that would be a whole different thing. If she were in school, then she would actually be striving towards something, rather than just living each day as it came to her.
“It would be nice. I used to love school, but I guess I’m a bit beyond that now.” she smiled a little sadly. “I did not even get to graduate high school. My…uh…mutation kicked in when nearly every student in my class had…developed powers at the same time.”
She could still remember the whole incident as if she were living the moment right then and there. Clearly she could see the Jimmy Thomson as his eyes exploded with purple laser beams before his eyes melted out of his skull; or Alicia Winters who suddenly sprouted these huge bat wings that she flew about the cafeteria with until suddenly she became this massive, living bat that could not support her weight as she crashed painfully to the ground; Oliver Grayson; Billy Johann; Sandra Wilkins; Agnes could remember them all and exactly the madness that happened at her school.
A shudder came over Agnes as the memory evaporated and she turned her eyes back to Amber. “Would be nice to have a friend in this school.”
She paused as she thought on that statement for a moment. Was Amber really a friend to her? Granted, the two of them did seem to have a lot in common. They both did seem to suffer a little from their mutations, they both played the violin, and they did seem to get along pretty well. Agnes had to smile as the question continuously came back that, yes, she did have a friend in Amber. At least…she hoped the potential was there.
“Well if you need help with classes, I can help, even if I’m not enrolled.”
Amber remembered when she still lived at the orphanage not having money for much of anything, school included. It was different now that she had Abyss as a father, he seemed to have endless stores of it. It was also a reminder that as sorry as she sometimes felt for herself, there were still things about her life that were much better than they had been in the past. Even with recent developments, she was still better off now than she ever had been in the past.
"I b-bet if you asked the right person they'd probably let you come here for free. They're nice like that." She remembered someone mentioning that, didn't she? What was Abyss paying for her to go to class here anyway? Amber didn't have the slightest idea but the fact that the Mansion was willing to take on mutants with free room and board meant that they were probably also willing to let them learn for free too right?
“It would be nice. I used to love school, but I guess I’m a bit beyond that now. I did not even get to graduate high school. My…uh…mutation kicked in when nearly every student in my class had…developed powers at the same time.”
"Just because you're a m-mutant doesn't mean you can't continue learning," Amber offered with a kind smile. "Even if I couldnt' go to school here I'd s-still read books and stuff. Even if they don't let you g-go to classes, there's a great library here." Even better than the Sanctuary library but she didn't mention that particular fact. She wasn't even sure if Agnes was familiar with Sanctuary.
“Would be nice to have a friend in this school.”
"You do have a friend in this school," Amber stated definitively. "I m-may not be the most social person and I may be more than a little unusual, b-but if you want a friend you have one." Having even one person you could talk to and feel close to was often enough to stave off depression and hopelessness. She knew that from experience and better than most.
>> "You do have a friend in this school…I m-may not be the most social person and I may be more than a little unusual, b-but if you want a friend you have one."
Agnes had to smile at this as a small tingle of relief shook her in the back of her head. It had been a very long time since anyone called her a friend and she was happy to hear the word said out loud. Maybe it would not be so bad coming to this place after all. Amber was nice and they did seem to have some hobbies in common, but must of all, they really seemed to have a type of understanding towards each other. For whatever the reason, they understood what it was like to have tough times and Agnes respected her for that. Too many times she watched people who claimed what it was like to have a hard life and
With a nod a smile she sat back in her chair, happy to be in the presence of someone she could call a friend. It was amazing how much that one word had an effect on the mind of someone who had grown used to such crushing loneliness. Yes it was her decision to live out in the streets but there were many days, especially when she first started living off of trash that she wanted nothing more than for someone to simply stop and talk to her.
The small smile was still on her face as she looked over Amber. She was thankful to having a seemingly caring person she could call friend.
“Thank you, Amber,” she whispered gently as she moved a small tear away from the corner of her eyes. “That does mean so much to me. You’re really one of the only people who genuinely seem to want to get to know me and I cannot tell you what that means. Most people, you know, just look at the bugs and freak out. I can’t help what I am.”
She sighed a little as she shook the sad thoughts away. She had plenty of stories of people who tried to help her, only to run away the second they stumbled upon her upset and she let loose a barrage of stinging, biting insects from her mouth. There was one social worker who had attempted to help, but the second she tried to convince Agnes to return to her parents, all the runaway saw was anger, red, and heard the sound of buzzing wasps and flies as they flew right for the woman.
That was the last Agnes ever saw of that social worker.
But now, in the mansion/school, surrounded by people just like her, Agnes felt the tightness in her chest lighten just a little. She was calmer than ever and even had some hope that maybe, just maybe she could start getting something of a life back here. The first step was already made…she had a friend.
Finally she tilted her head a little as she turned to Amber. “You hungry? I used to be a good lil chef.”
