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.
Gwen placed the newspaper article in front of Stephanie so she could examine it if she so wished. If she didn't take it after a few minutes, she would return it to her small purse. Otherwise, it was good to have some validation through a newspaper article. Her name wasn't mentioned but 'girl in 18th century dress with a strange, violet color eyes emerged from the train after it appeared' probably gave her mostly away. Hopefully, anyways.
She nodded, "Quite..." She sighed. She wondered who he was, what he was doing by himself on a train like that. Could he have been running away, like so many do now in this time? She wasn't sure, but either way it broke her heart.
She nodded again. So Stephanie was familiar with Charlie but didn't know that much about her. To be honest, neither did Gwen. Charlie got her a place to live, a job, and a life going in the 21st century but she was a surprisingly tricky individual in terms of knowing things about her. Probably was meant that way, though. "She's the one that has helped me the most."
Once finished with their food, Gwen stood up and offered her arm to Stephanie, "Shall we?"
Of all the people Stephanie met on the other side of the rift, Gwen had to be the most unique. She doubted anyone else in either world would know what it was like to end up thrown out of their own time. The experience sounded jarring, which made Stephanie question her assumptions about Charlie. Despite her close relationship with Poseidon, it sounded like the blonde genuinely helped someone in their moment of crisis. She also brought that lost woman into the fold, so there was still room for doubt.
The two women exited the subway car and emerged from the station in a new part of town. Even an experience like that must have been a change of pace for a woman whose era was likely dominated by horse-drawn carriages. ”Alright, we’re definitely in the nice part of town. Miss Danvers does not live very far, so follow me.” Ever the professional, Stephanie made sure to memorize the directions to Holly’s apartment. No reason to leave an unnecessary paper or data trail.
While the women walked side by side, Stephanie’s mind was moving on to the mission. ”So she’s rich, which means competent security. I’ll be sneaking in on my own, but from what I understand, I won’t have to be that alone.” On the crowded sidewalks, their conversation would get lost in the chaos, so Stephanie was not too concerned with making vague comments about their plans. Nothing gave them away, so there was no harm in it and they had time to kill. ”Do you need anything from me to get a look through my gorgeous greys?” No one ever accused Stephanie of modesty, after all, though her tone was clearly light and playful.
Gwen knew her story tended to invoke strange thoughts from people, so she usually kept her mouth closed about the situation unless asked about it after she tells her story. It isn't like it's that great of a thing but people tend to realize how weird it would be to be out of their own time. Gwen knew first hand how wild it feels.
Once outside of the subway station, Gwen immediately relaxed. She really wasn't one for these enclosed spaces with cars, elevators, and underground train things. It was remarkable inventions, for sure, but Gwen preferred her feet and a horse and maybe a carriage. Of course, two of those weren't options in big ole NYC.
She nodded and followed Stephanie close. She wasn't about to get lost and she actually wasn't told where the woman lived. Not like it would matter - Gwen didn't do directions in the city well.
Hearing Stephanie speak, Gwen made sure to pay close attention to her instead of the guys who weren't wearing shirts (in the cold?) and the girls in their short shorts. It was really confusing to Gwen. Not only was everyone nearly naked, but they didn't seem to care much about the weather. Weird.
She nodded, "I'll be in the back of your mind." She gave Stephanie a playful wink. She wasn't exactly what she would be doing but she could definitely help Stephanie get through the maze of security systems, at least. Hopefully, at least. Gwen blushed. The woman did have gorgeous eyes and gorgeous... Ugh, everything. Gwen even got little cold chills thinking more... Intriguing thoughts about the woman. She cleared her throat weakly, "Something close to you, something you've touched, anything like that."
Gwen stuck close to Stephanie, which was just fine by her. They were not in Steph’s New York, but at least it was Steph’s era. The streets had different names, but it was still New York at its core and she could get them where they needed to be.
It was also amusing to watch Gwen observe the world around her. Those starry violet eyes were clearly taking in so many things they were unaccustomed to, including the people they passed in various states of dress and undress. ”A lot more to see in this brave new world, huh?” Beyond technology, the future must have been a culture shock for Gwen. People were less reserved and showed more skin, which had to either be tantalizing or overwhelming.
They reached the apartment building of their target. Stephanie looked up the steep wall of the high-rise, in the direction of Holly’s apartment near the top of the building. According to Gwen, (who offered a wink that did not go unnoticed by Steph,) she could stick with Stephanie, keeping a second set of eyes watching her vision. It could be helpful in case she missed anything, but Stephanie was an observant person. Then again… ”Are you able to communicate while you do this? I need to find something that’ll help you keep tabs on Miss CEO, so it’d help if you could point out what qualifies as ‘close’ enough. Fair warning though, in… well, the form I’ll be taking, my vision’s not great.”
Gwen needed more than just an item close to Holly; for the time being, she needed one from Stephanie. She was not sure if it was something sentimentally close or just on her person often, but she knew something to fit either criteria. Pulling out a thin wallet, she grabbed a photo of Malia and handed it over to her partner. ”Does this fit the bill for close?”
Gwen had adjusted, to an extent, to the brand new world she found herself in. It was still a bit more on the difficult side of things though, especially with the realization that there were so, so many people. And the towering buildings made her feel slightly claustrophobic.
She nodded slowly, "Quite. It is definitely a new world," she chuckled quietly at the reference. Well, a presumable reference to the discovery of the New World. Maybe it wasn't. Gwen wasn't really sure, honestly. In either case, she sighed, "It is... Better, than I expected at first, though."
She could communicate, mostly, anyway, so she gave a semi-nod, "Kind of. I can whisper in your mind, so you can hear me. However, I cannot read your mind. I can hear you when you speak, though. So just whisper and we should be fine."
She stared at the top of the building. She'd need to find somewhere to sit and relax while she did it. She perked a brow and looked at the photo and smiled at the cute girl, "Oh quite. This is perfect, actually. This is something we might use with her, as well - diaries, pictures of family, favorite items, potentially work-related items if she'd a workaholic, etc."
She took the picture carefully, "I'll go sit over at that bench and enter your mind." She walked over to the bench and sat down, took a deep breath, looked at the photo and... Swoosh, she was in Stephanie's eyes.
"Alright, let's head up. Again, I cannot read your mind, so I need you to speak physically for me to understand." Her voice distinct in Stephanie's mind. Her body sat on the bench, relaxed, her eyes closed yet somehow staring towards the photo of her child.
It was good to know Gwen was finding her place in the modern era. Something about her was unlike most members of Syndicate. She was willing to break into a home and a business to blackmail a woman for fraud, so she was no saint, but Stephanie was not exactly faultless, even prior to her time under Poseidon’s thumb. It was her hope that Gwen would find a way to keep her unique brand of purity, though she knew better than to bet on it.
Giving a picture of Malia to a member of Syndicate gave Stephanie a sinking feeling, but it was the only thing she kept on her that she was “attached to,” regardless of how much she liked her shoes. It was best not to make a fuss about it; Poseidon would hate to hear tales of insubordination from his pet thief.
Gwen accepted the keepsake gladly and retreated to a nearby bench to be as inconspicuous as possible. Stephanie was not sure what the sign would be that things worked, but it became more clear when Gwen’s voice echoed in her mind. It was pointless instinct, but Stephanie looked around herself for confirmation that Gwen was still nowhere near her. ”Freaky…” she muttered before remembering that Gwen could hear her. ”Not bad freaky. Just… definitely new.”
Of course, Gwen was not the only one with weird trips up her sleeve. In the safety of the alley next to the building, Stephanie looked around to confirm she was alone before looking down at her hand so Gwen could watch her in action, too.
The change started at her core like it usually did, converting her insides before spreading to her skin. Her chest was the first area to give way to purple-hued shadow and the darkness spread out from there, overtaking her body, legs, arms, and head. The shadow crawled through her arm until it enveloped the fingertips in her line of sight. A moment later, the transformation overtook her eyes, dimming her vision. ”And now we both know each other’s party tricks.”
Steph moved to the wall of the building and merged her hand into the wall. Changing form was interesting because she was pretty sure she still had “eyes,” though they were not as tethered to a certain part of her form. ”Okay, enjoy the trip.” Her body melded into the wall and she slid up the wall as a flat form, keeping a limited vision up the surface she was climbing. At least she had a copilot to make sure she did not lose count of the floors she was passing by.
Gwen’s body was locked almost in the same exact position – the only things that moved was the natural rhythm of her breathing. Luckily for them, there was no outward signs that she was no longer “connected” to her own body. After all, she was looking at a picture of a little girl in the physical form. Plenty of reasons for that. Although, Gwen made a mental note to ensure nothing happened to the photo – she would need to return it to Stephanie once the mission was over.
She giggled, “It is a bit freaky, quite.” She agreed – her mutation was weird. It was a blessing (and a curse) that she couldn’t hear what people actually were thinking.
In either case, Stephanie began to transform into a shadow…? It was really quite a site to watch from Stephanie’s own eyes. “Wow… That is so amazing. Does it hurt at all?” To herself, though, she also wanted to call her mutation a bit freaky - not in a bad way, of course. Probably not, but Gwen was curious and a little naïve to mutations. After all, really, the only people she really knew with mutations was herself, Charlie. She figured probably more had mutations, but she just didn’t know for whatever reason.
Once they reached the apartment for the CEO, Gwen quietly murmured in Stephanie’s ear, “Here it is. This is her apartment.”
One thing Stephanie noticed right away when Gwen “spoke” was the volume and clarity. She was not hearing Gwen in her ears; she was hearing the time traveler in her head; as such, the sound muffling effect of her shadowform played no role. ”On the contrary; as a shadow, I don’t really feel anything. Really, transforming feels more like my entire body going numb.” Steph had no reason to be giving away details like that, but she did not mind Gwen’s curiosity; it was so genuine, which seemed to be an unexpected trait of the woman.
Steph almost lost track of the floors as she ascended, so it was nice to have Gwen backing her up and letting her know when she reached her destination. The apartment had a small balcony, which Steph slipped onto before using her flat shadow form to pass under the sliding glass door.
Once inside, Steph surveyed the living room, looking for anything that could trigger Gwen’s powers. It was unfortunate that Holly was a minimalist, decorating with sleek furniture and seemingly few personal effects. Steph looked around for the office or the bedroom. ”Keep an eye out, well, through my eyes. I don’t think Miss Danvers has much in the way of family, so it’s unlikely we find a photo of her daughter unless she has a kid she’s doing a very good job of keeping secret.” Unlike Steph, who basically handed her daughter’s photo to a mysterious stranger.
She mentally nodded along as Stephanie talked. So, Stephanie didn't feel anything in the shadow form. Except numbness. Huh. Gwen perked a brow (again, mentally,) "Does it tingle when you go back into human form?" She internally winced. That was probably a dumb, childish question to ask. But, in Gwen's defense, she really was oblivious to most of the world. She didn't see things like this often.
Seeing Stephanie slide under the glass door made Gwen's skin tingle in excitement. It was a wild ride, that was for sure. She wondered how her body was doing, hanging out on a bench staring at a picture. Probably fine - after all, she didn't hear anything or feel any different.
"Alright," Gwen whispered into Stephanie's mind as she tried to see inside the apartment. It was very modern - sleek, minimal. Rich people, they seemed to have lost their culture over the centuries. Rich people in Gwen's day had fine, colorful objects - color was a rich, empowering way of displaying wealth. Now? White, grey, and black. Boring. "She really doesn't seem like the kind of person who cares much about family. Can you find her office? She surely has one. I would bet a dollar that we'll find something related to her company. Maybe a revenue report? I imagine we can use that. We can test it out once you're back down here."
They couldn't test it too many times, of course, but they could do a couple different items before Gwen would get fatigued.
Steph had to keep her eyes peeled for things that could carry some significance to Holly. She would take a few things if she could find some options, which was still debatable given her minimalist lifestyle. The living room was quickly turning out to be a bust; there was a television remote, but Stephanie doubted the busy CEO had time to lounge around on her couch. ”The office does seem like a good bet. I was expecting at least a few pictures.” Steph once understood what it was like to be a loner, but her daughter changed all that. ”Maybe she really has no one. Seems lonely.”
Slipping through the open doorway of the office, Stephanie made a beeline for the desk. As expected, it was kept neat and orderly. ”Okay, this girl’s got a real hate for clutter. Hopefully the drawers are…” Steph’s shadowy hand cautiously grabbed a handle and pulled a drawer open. ”Bingo. Hmm… Keep your eyes peeled. Well, my eyes peeled. I can probably bring a few things down.”
Sifting through items, looking not to make a noticeable mess, Steph passed by stray notes and copies of documents. Holly would have had her hands on hundreds of documents each day, so no one paper would matter much.
”Hm?” Near the back of the drawer, Steph found a polaroid of a woman around Holly’s age. ”Hm? A sister we didn’t know about?” Odd; none of the reports mentioned Holly’s sister. Regardless, it made the photo worth “pocketing,” though Steph would not place all her eggs in that basket. ”Keep looking.”
Gwen muttered under her breath at how lame the woman was, "You'd think a rich person like her would at least have something nice. Geez, talk about being married to you work." She mentally shook her head, unsure of what the joy of being constantly working was like. Wasn't the point of life to get to the point where you didn't have to work like this and enjoy yourself with your family? Did she even have family?
She agreed, "Does seem pretty lonely..." Gwen chuckled at the mention of keeping her eyes peeled. She tried to keep an eye out for it. Sure enough, a picture of a woman - maybe her sister - appeared at the back of the shelf. It was an interesting picture - she hadn't seen one like that before. In either case, Gwen had an idea. "You know in all those cinematic thing-a-ma-jigs, there is always that shoe box in the closet full of stuff? Maybe we can try that...?"
Gwen seemed to take issue with Holly’s lifestyle and the way she seemed consumed by work. It was funny to see the modern world through the lens of a person from a different era, (while simultaneously having a person from a different era viewing the modern world through her lenses.) ”Even nowadays, being a woman in a position of power in business is not easy. It is hard for anyone to balance work and life, but for a woman to truly succeed, sometimes that means giving up a lot.” It was sad but true; in most instances, women still needed to work twice as hard as men to achieve true success.
After rifling through a closet that was neat enough to make Stephanie question her own life and general upkeep, Stephanie slipped out of the apartment and descended the wall to reach ground level. It took seconds for her to shift back into her natural form. In the pseudo-privacy of the alley, she grabbed the clothes she had taken off before her transformation and slipped them over her catsuit. It was inconvenient that her clothes did not all come along for her metamorphosis, but she counted herself lucky that her skintight bodysuit shifted and kept her from being totally naked upon reversion.
Returning to Gwen, Stephanie held out her spoils: a datebook, the photograph, and a whisk from the kitchen. (The last was a desperate attempt, since Holly did not seem like the type to have time to cook or bake often.) ”So, I guess these are our best bets. Want to give them a spin? If nothing works, I can probably head back up at least one more time.”
Gwen mentally nodded. Stephanie was right - women were still persecuted and it was still hard to be a business woman. It was just that Gwen couldn't convince herself that it was worth it. It may have been worth it to Holly, though, so Gwen shut herself up.
Gwen occasionally made a comment here and there about it. Once Stephanie was coming down the building she disconnected herself from her. She was careful to keep the photo of Stephanie's child safely in her hand until Stephanie showed up beside her. Stephanie jumped into the items - ready for Gwen to hop into them and see if she can find Holly. She perked a brow at the whisk and slightly shook her head. "First, please take the photo of your adorable child back. I worry I'll drop it or mess it up."
After that was taken care of, she took the items and felt for a connection to Holly. In an ironic twist, the datebook is actually what connected Gwen to Holly - Holly was in a meeting with some executives discussing sales. Routine CEO stuff at the moment. "Huh... This woman cares more about her job than whoever is in the photograph," Gwen scoffed, "No wonder some people think your times society is crumbling."