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.
"He's busy, Daddy." The kettle was on the stove and Mr. Swift was between classes. It was true that there was a distinct crispness to the air that spoke of fall, but Ghost was bundled to the brim.
"Schooling is more important than my daughter's health?"
"His schooling is for my health." The firmness in her tone was one she reserved for family only.
Ghost snuffled and wished that the kettle would boil already or that the bell would ring or that someone would distract her father from chewing her out when she already felt miserable. "Besides. Don't you think it's better to let my immune system develop naturally? If I never get sick then every time he goes away I'll be guaranteed to."
Mr. Swift muttered. The bell rang. The kettle whistled. A million kids dumped out of their classrooms all at once. It was overwhelming to her spinning head. Ghost poured herself a nice large mug and dropped a tea bag in before slipping out the back double doors.
Outside smelled just barely of fall. Just enough to get her excited about pumpkins and cranberries and other such things.
The autumn air was fresh on Carrick’s nose as he raised himself higher into the air with another shift of his wings. He should have been getting ready for class by now, maybe he should have even went to his first class, but then he looked out his window and came to the sad realization that like most good things they come to an end even if it is for a short time. Even though Carrick loved flying the only time he disliked spreading his wings and soar through the air was during the winter, it was cold and he always seemed to get sick if he didn’t bundle up and if he bundled up… he couldn’t fly.
So that was today was the day he was going to skip classes, all of them no matter how much Elizabeth his not girlfriend would protest, sides he knew she would loan him the notes for any of them should she ask for them. Then again, he never did ask for them, cause he didn’t really care on what he was there for and what he wasn’t there for even though he had attended more classes than he had attended in the past few years.
A strong wind forced him down when he was losing focus on flying and thinking about other things, school… and other people who weren’t his girlfriend. Carrick sighed and remembered the days when the only thing he would think about was flying even when he was flying. The weightlessness was what brought him up there the feeling that no one else could bother you and everything else became so small kept him up there.
Flying lower to the wind he rounded a tree briefly and then lowered himself to a landing on the mansion grounds. He folded his wings briefly and yawned, looking up to the blue sky scattered with a few clouds and a no longer summer sun. The winged thief’s ears rang out again when he heard the second bell, Elizabeth would be mad at him for skipping another class but, he really needed to enjoy his flying while he still could. Looking over to the doors to the mansion he spotted a woman with white hair. Instead of sticking around to get yelled at (cause that seemed to be the only thing adults could do) Carrick waved to the woman and opened his wings taking off the ground and rising into the air.
Sulking? Ghost? Never! She maneuvered herself so that she was leaning against the railing. Her fingers curled around the steaming cup and settled in to watch the show. Because surely the kid with wings wasn't flying like that just for himself.
It didn't occur to her that he should have been in class. It should have. Jude was in there. But what did she know? For all she know this was his class. Flying class. Wouldn't that be grand?
She put her nose right up next to the warm steaming liquid and breathed. Well. Tried to breathe. She sucked in air in a wet and wheezy sort of way, but somehow... just being outside and practically alone made her feel better.
Her eyes moved above the lip of the cup, the only movement of her body as she watched and sensed the boy's flight. He seemed to know where the currents were and adjusted for them naturally. Maybe it was the wings.
It was clear she showed no intention of stopping him which made his flight all the better sure he wouldn’t have mind someone trying to chase him down and fail miserably but this was quieter and a bit more relaxing. Wings adjusting to the wind coming in Carrick didn’t give it much thought even when current came about and blew him a bit closer to the woman who was watching him fly.
Deciding to put on a bit of a show for the woman who didn’t seem to want to stop him he performed a few aerial acrobats; barrel rolls a summersault and his favorite a dive. Though instead of diving out in the distance Carrick decided he’d get a kick out of it if he scared the white haired woman a bit. A dive in her direction should accomplish it.
Flapping his wings and catching a current upwards Carrick twirled in the air adding to the acrobatics till he was high enough to get a decent amount of speed for his dive. The trick with diving was speed, to slow and you can’t pull up fast enough and seeing as she was near the mansion it could get messy if he didn’t have enough speed behind him. Once he had enough altitude Carrick let out a quick laugh before he aimed his body downwards and tucked his wings and directed himself to the woman.
Coming in fast Carrick closed his eyes momentarily and let out a laugh before he was in close enough proximity to pull up before he actually dived tackled the woman, because hurting her was something he had no intention on doing.
She wasn't in the mood to be tackled. She wasn't in the mood to be moved either. So when the kid folded in his wings and aimed to flatten her pancake style...
Ghost released a strong buffer wind just in case and then attempted to move the current he was gliding down and curve it down so he would come up pitifully short of the railing and way, way too short to clobber her.
She wouldn't have anything to do with his landing. That was up to the guy with the wings.
But he did laugh.
She kind of hoped he smashed into the ground.
"Can I help you?" Her poor throat was still sore sounding, but understandable with the soothing of the tea.
Frowning as his direction towards the woman changed rapidly Carrick opened his wings instinctively trying to lift himself but having little luck. Why was he being pushed down? Looking at the woman before him Carrick shifted his body and kicked his feet out under him like a plane would extend its landing gear as it approached a runway. However unlike most planes when Carrick’s landing gear hit the ground he happened to trip and forced himself to fall forward face first into the ground.
After a tumble and managing to force himself to stop on all fours Carrick looked up a few feet away from the snow colored hair woman with amber colored eyes and his nose twitched slightly with irritation as he looked up at her, she had a raspy voice and from the looks of it she wasn’t feeling so hot the expression on her face showed her annoyance with Carrick. ”You push me down?” Carrick asked as his tail swayed behind him as he stood up slowly dusting his pants off a bit from the dirt that managed to latch onto him during the short tumble.
She wanted to know if she could help him, why would he need help? Shrugging slightly Carrick shook his head slightly, ”Not sure, I’m just wanting to have Craic, class is a bit boring and all and the weather was nice so I decided to go for a fly…” Carrick paused and looked up to the sky and pointed upwards, it was chilly yes but it was still suitable flying conditions in his opinion.
”You enjoy the show?” Carrick asked looking back to the woman as he placed his hands behind his head and grin on his face. He loved flying but something else he loved was getting attention and seeing as he hadn’t performed for anyone in a while he would have been happy to get some.
"I changed the wind, yes." So, in response to his question: No. She didn't push him down. She had simply changed the wind. She sipped her fast cooling tea.
And she was pretty sure he had just said something not English, not Japanese and not anything else she recognized. "What's craic?" She imitated the sound of the foreign word as best she could having only heard it once.
> ”You enjoy the show?”
"You're a good flier." She had to admit that. Ghost sniffed in a long gooey sniffle. "How long have you had wings?" She never had wings, but had flown in her own way. She had never really been jealous of birds and feather until she'd seen this kid's maneuverability.
"I used to know a guy with wings, but he couldn't fly. Not like you. He could only glide." That and the guys she had known had some kind of evil twin... "You don't have an evil twin, do you?" She just blurted it out. Well, it would be better to know now...
When she fessed up to her changing the wind Carrick didn’t really give her the look he was feeling, it wouldn’t have been very nice his nose did twitch slightly along with his tail. Ever since he was little and first mutation first manifested he was never a big fan of anyone controlling him especially when it came to flying whether it was his dad holding him down with his telekinesis or his brother just holding him down. Her ability to ‘change’ the wind didn’t put her an in immediately good standing.
”It means…” Carrick thought for a second trying to find the translation, ”It means, fun time could have said suckin’ diesel if that would have been better.” Carrick shrugged tossing a little more of his slang in. ”Irish English.” Carrick said figuring it would explain most if not all of the conversation, it wouldn’t defiantly explain his accent if she didn’t pick up on it.
Carrick smirked and opened his wings no longer upset but rather enjoying the compliment, ”Thank ya!” folding the wings and then turning his back slightly towards her so she could get a better look at them from another angle, ”I used to fly in the circus, people liked to come watch me do barrel rolls.” Carrick said his voice full of excitement as his ears ringed with the applause he used to get.
Opening his eyes and exhaling a bit to calm down Carrick looked back to the woman and continued to smile glad with the conversation topic, ”Ummm, don’t really remember…” turning his hands over his shoulders and playing with the top of his wings Carrick didn’t really like to remember the time when he didn’t have wings. I think I got them around eleven or twelve? Carrick shrugged slightly and then lowered his hand, ”Though I was glad I got them, made it harder for the bigger kids to catch me.” Carrick said nodding his head slightly.
Carrick’s head nodded up and down again as the woman told him about a mutant with wings that couldn’t’ fly only glide, ”I have a half brother who is kind of evil, more of a bully really, doesn’t have wings.” Carrick said wondering if that would help her at all. ”I’m Carrick…” Carrick said his voice sounding a little more cheery than curious as it did when he first started talking to her.
”How did you change the wind?” curiosity filling his voice again.
"Everyone calls me Ghost." And as for how she changed the wind... "Erm. I am the wind." She sniffled and took a sip of tea. This was a little too deep a topic for her fever addled brain to handle at this exact moment in time.
"How did you grow wings? Or how do you know to turn your feathers in order to barrel roll?" She shrugged her thin shoulders and covered her mouth to cough. She edged her butt over the railing and sat. Sitting was good.
"That guy... the one who could only glide. I used to help him fly."
”Ghost?” Carrick repeated and raised an eyebrow as he looked at the woman, she did happen to have whitish colored hair like a ghost but the rest of her body wasn’t as white, ‘the hair must have given her the nickname’ thought Carrick his tail flicking behind him curiously as he studied the woman a bit more. ”How is that possible?” Carrick asked his hand reached up to his head where he scratched it momentarily thinking more on the idea of someone being one with the wind.
”If that’s the case people should call you Wendy but when you spell it out it would be an ‘I’ not an ‘e’.” nodding to his thoughts that slipped passed his mouth before he could stop himself before it slipped out.
The next question that Ghost had asked brought him back to the present then tossed him back to his childhood one he often didn’t like to talk about, sure he had a mother and father who loved him a older half brother who picked on him but was sure that deep down loved him and a dog who he loved. His home life was a blessed one and his home back across the pond was one he missed. The rest of his childhood (most of his life) he was picked on for being the runt, the wings that came recently only made more eyes shift towards him, something he wasn’t very happy with up until he started to crave the attention.
”Cause I’m me?” Carrick said nodding his head glad she asked such a complicated question and he could answer it so easily. Laughing at his own statement he opened up his wings and looked at the golden brown feathers he prided himself on, ”The wings came in on their own, and all I really have to do to fly is think where I want to go and what I want to do.” Carrick shrugged and then closed his wings, ”Instinct.” he said summing it up best he could.
Taking a step forward as Ghost sat up on the rail and coughed Carrick tilted his head, ”You helped him fly?” Carrick asked repeating her statement wondering if she could help his as well. She defiantly could stop him so the probability of pushing him or lifting him higher was also a possibility. ”Can you fly Wendy?” Carrick asked his curiosity peaking and his tail higher up than before showing how interested he was in finding out her answer.
