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.
>>"And then there are people like Kenneth, who practically live in the Middle ages. They are the best, if you wanna tag along without actually doing the whole deal yourself."
Amelia nodded, shooting a smile Kenneth's way. He saw it in the rear view mirror. Smiled, too. Then, she started in on her wardrobe.
He said something, but trailed off. Corsets were, what exactly...? Her curiosity was piqued. She let him finish up what he was saying.
"Yes, very dashing." She agreed. "What were you saying about corsets...?" She asked curiously. On a gut feeling, she added "Are they not period too?" He seemed quite knowledgeable about period clothing. It was nice having a knowledgeable guide.
>>"Yes, very dashing. What were you saying about corsets...? Are they not period too?"
"Depends on what you mean by period" Gawain chuckled "Most fairs don't really specify that. You could wear them for late Renassance, like, think Shapkespeare and Henry VIII, but... most of the stuff people are gonna be wearing here is much earlier than that. So. No corsets. Unless you want one. Because I am not stopping you if you do. I'm only human." he added with a grin.
Okay so that was cheeky. For one, she would be obviously wearing the corset under a whole lot of other stuff - no one was allowed to stray that far from period clothing. And also, his male brain was already a few steps ahead of him. Sir Gawain turned pink in the cheeks.
"Anyhow. Just dig and see if ya can find somethin' you like."
He made an off comment and he blushed about it. Amelia smirked at him, and announced just as cheekily. "Mission accomplished." There had been a reason she had mentioned that, yes. Yes, it had been fishing for flattery. Yes, he did think she was pretty. These things were all good. He was perfectly in line with being a male of his species. It was on the warning label.
Digging around and finding something to wear amid all the stuff in the back had not been on any warning label... without caution, Amelia shifted on the flags and started plucking carelessly at the various articles of clothing in the back. She lifted up a brown peasant dress thoughtfully, and considered it. She set it back down and looked to him. "Don't suppose there's anything worthy of royalty around here, huh?" She asked. "No golden ballroom dresses or sparkling blue ones?" The dresses of Belle and Beauty, respectively.
Ami started digging for clothes. Gawain smiled. He knew she was going to like that part. Most girl did. Even he did. It was all about the costumes, after all. Also, Ami digging around presented him with quite a nice view at her. In general.
>>"Don't suppose there's anything worthy of royalty around here, huh? No golden ballroom dresses or sparkling blue ones?"
"Technically, those were not Ren dresses either" he chuckled, shifting around "I doubt we can do royalty, the fair has a King and a Queen, but we should be able to find something worthy of a noble damsel..."
"Check the bags hangin' in the back!" Kenneth yelled from front "There are some lady dresses there."
"Thanks!" Gawain moved around until he could reach the bags; they were made for the more delicate costumes, and apparently were quite heavy. Gawain unzipped one of them.
Amelia followed Gawain straight to the back of the truck. This was honestly pretty fun. Shame there was no room to actually try on any of these costumes back there. Not unless Gawain wanted a show. Okay. He probably wanted one. She was not going to give him one. Yes. That was the appropriate wording for that thought.
Playing dress up could work if it involved a costume that did not require stripping, however... and Amelia was not one to be utterly predictable. Being a Disney princess was one thing. It was great, really. But how many Disney princesses kicked complete and utter ass? Aside from Jasmine. And a choice few others.
Amelia pulled a crimson cape from the bag Gawain had unzipped. It had a white cross on it. She swept it 'round her neck and modeled.
"I can probably wear some chest armor under this. And a sword." She grinned.
>>"I can probably wear some chest armor under this. And a sword."
Chest armor. There was no good answer to that. He could have told her that she would need female armor, which was absolutely not true, but admitting the chertplate would fit her might have been taken the wrong way as well. Seriously? How did they deal with stuff like that in the Middle Ages?! See, there is a reason right there why women were not supposed to go to war.
Gawain grinned none the less.
I like this girl.
"All right" he stood too, adjusting the cape on her; it was a bit too big, but not dangerously "You'll need to wear something under the chestplate though or it'll cut through your skin in no time. I'd say you should wear a mail shirt instead. Easier to move in that, and more comfortable too. But it's gonna be warm, in this weather." he warned her with a smile "Are you sure you don't wanna be a damsel? You could give me a ribbon for good l..."
Amelia looked up from her chest and the dangling bottom of the cape as Gawain adjusted it. She looked him in the face.
Warm, check.
Digging in, check.
Damsel... not so much check.
The van hit a bump. Down they went, before she could answer any of his questions.
Oof.
Amelia looked up at chest, again, as Gawain shouted at the driver. His attention returned to her. She arched an eyebrow and tilted her head at him. "Do your dates traditionally include an opening where we all fall on the floor?" She quested, adapting some very familiar dialogue for the situation. She waited for an answer with a tiny smirk. Because if so... well, she hadn't drawn any conclusions now, but it could certainly be a pain in the back over time, couldn't it? And just could be a pain in the neck.
They fell. All the clothing, tent flaps and flags cushioned their fall, but he was still clumsy enough to land on top of her, and there were things poking at his palms and knees; probably at her back too. He hoped none of them were made of steel.
>> "Do your dates traditionally include an opening where we all fall on the floor?"
He looked down at her. She had that smirk on her face. Minx.
"Yes" he nodded, arching an eyebrow to mirror her "Got a problem with that?"
She was dangerously close. Not to mention under him.
"Get a van, kids!" Kenneth yelled from the front, and effectively broke the spell. Gawain shifted his weight off her.
"You mean one with a driver who can actually drive?"
"Sounded like ya needed a little push!"
"Scr*w you, Kenneth."
Kenneth laughed, and that was that. Gawain turned red in the cheeks once again and sat up.
Amelia smiled innocently, and let that be her answer.
Kenneth broke the mood.
Dammit. She tilted her head to glare back at him from where she lay. Combo breaker! Now Gawain was going. So not fair.
With a sigh, Amelia let the men be men, testosterone and all. She sat up, discretely rummaging through one of the bags. Just to give her hands and eyes something to do and focus on. She did not look Gawain's way. She hoped he did likewise.
Damn blushing. She pouted, cheeks flushed. So unfair.
Ami started rummaging around, and he did the same, comfortably in the opposite side of the van. There were some things hanging in the air, but with Kenneth so effectively ruining the mood, he decided not to poke at them yet. He was not entirely sure he should poke at them at all.
"So." he cleared his throat, trying to keep his own mind from wandering "As I said, ya're welcome to the plate armor, but it's gonna be hot outside today. Even I'm not donning the shining armor, and I bet it is hard to imagine me without one."
When in doubt, be cheeky.
"Of course you don't have to be a damsel if you don't want to" he added, glancing at her. "Although not all damsels were helpless."
Dammit. Why did adding emphasis to any statement have the potential to make it awkward?
Could she imagine him without armor? ... Yeah.
Amelia kept her mouth shut. On that one.
"And I'm definitely not helpless..." She trailed, glancing his way. "Case and point: Black eye." God, she hoped the blush had crept away by now. Had it? Maybe not entirely. She smiled anyways. That had not been intended as a jab, but rather a joke.
"If you can find me a good dress, I'll wear it." She finally consented. "I don't want to be too hot."
>>"And I'm definitely not helpless... Case and point: Black eye."
"You don't have to prove that" Gawain held up his hands in defeat "I never said you were."
She really was not. She was anything but helpless. She walked through life as if the phrase 'helpless' had never existed. He still had a few traces of the black eye. Just enough to make him dashing. Also, now he was pretty good at covering them up, thanks to Princess Kate.
>>"If you can find me a good dress, I'll wear it. I don't want to be too hot."
Gawain turned to look at her as a grin slowly crept across his face.
"Sure, I'll... nah." he shook his head with a chuckle "Sorry I can't do this. That was just... too perfect to ruin with a pun. I'm sorry."
Is there such a thing as too hot? Well, it all depends on the dress.
Opening one bag after another, he browsed through the dresses.
"So, we are thinking nobility, and something you can actually move in." he summarized "That leaves us in the ages before corsets, or you'd need someone to dress you."
He'd volunteer, of course, if she insisted.
"So, here are the options." he grinned, careful not to fall again "First up: Early sixteenth century Italy, where all the wine is poisoned, and all the ladies look pregnant." the dress was nice though "Second, Burgundy in the... fourteenth?... century, when women actually has a waist. Go figure." digging a little deeper, he shrugged "Or we can always go with the historical are nobody is entirely sure when it happened, but women wore bodices and that's all we need to know."
Presenting the last piece of clothing to her that was a deep green and very... um, pretty, Gawain sat back down.
"... I'm sure we can find a skirt to go with that. But that's what we've gotta work with cause any more dresses and I'm gonna be turning into a girl."
>>"You don't have to prove that" Gawain held up his hands in defeat "I never said you were."
He took it as intended. Good. Because if he hadn't, she'd have kicked his ass.
Kicking his ass was actually not too far from what passed through her mind as he responded to her innocent request. Yeah right, a 'hot' pun. If she'd had something, she'd have thrown it at him. Actually, surrounding her was plenty of ammo. Swords and shields and things. Turned out, she wasn't that mad. She only rolled her eyes with a low chuckle. "Of course."
Moving on. He gave her choices.
Choice one: No. She did not want to look pregnant.
Choice two: Nope... too burgundy. Onto choice three.
And for choice three... being the third choice, the last choice, and the third time being the charm, choice three would obviously have to be it, wouldn't it? He seemed to like choice three, if words and facial expressions were any sort of signal. As for the dress...
The dress reminded her of the bodice Sam Gamgee's wife wore at the end of The Return of the King. She'd been really pretty in it, too. Nerdy notings aside, she did not want him sorting through more dresses. No. Not if it meant him turning into a girl. She would have to choose now.
Choose, she did. "Door number three." Now, please. Stay a dude.
While Ami was debating her choices, Sir Gawain had a moment of clarity. What the hell?! That joke was really out of place. Not to mention very true. He was not going to tell her about Maya, was he? That would mess s**t up. This was just... too close for comfort.
>> "Door number three."
"Wh... oh."
Annnd, back on track.
"Third it is" he grinned, handing her the bodice and the white shirt that went with it "Welcome to the seventeenth century."
Some digging brought the skirts to daylight too; they were simple but elegant, in various colors, he let her choose her own. In the meantime, he rummaged around for a costume of his own.
"You and I, my lady" he smirked as he looked up "Are gonna be way out of sync."
It seemed a lot like the 21st century, honestly. But with silly dress-up games.
Amelia took the shirt and the bodice. Then came picking out the rest of the costume. Amelia moved to set the bodice down. Then she stopped. "Hm." Her eyes had caught sight of the size of the bodice Gawain had handed her. That might be a problem. She couldn't blame him for not knowing her size. That wasn't the sort of things guys usually eyeballed. Not if they wanted to come out of the situation alive. Skirt-hunting was paused while she went to hunting for a more appropriately-sized shirt and bodice combo. Maybe something that didn't suddenly remind her of a green M&M.
She looked to Gawain as he commented on mismatched wardrobes. "Oh yeah?" She asked. Her fingers caught hold of something blue. She pulled the bodice out as she dropped her attention to it. A smile crossed her lips. "Much better." And it even had a white shirt that'd go perfect with it, too. And a skirt. Green.
Amelia held up her look. "Found something." She said.