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.
Gawain returned the bow and arrows (minus the ones that were broken, but since they had been broken in a fair competition, luckily they did not charge the winner anything). Turning around, he scanned the crowd for Ami. She did not really stand out, so it took him a few minutes to find her. And she was not alone.
Gawain's eyes narrowed as he spotted the Viking next to her. He did not like that man. He was too goo an archer for his own good. Also, he looked grumpy; but not near as grumpy as Amelia.
>>"You hag!"
>> "Pedophile."
"Excuse me?!" Gawain grabbed the man by the shoulder and pulled him around. He was vaguely aware that Erik was taller than him, but he had just called Ami a hag, and that did not fly. Did. Not.
"Apologize to the lady, and walk away." he said very calmly, folding his arms over the star on his chest "I will not say it again."
Suddenly, there was Gawain. Defending her honor. A normal girl might have flushed! Swooned. Swoon. But Amelia was still pissed!
This guy was funny. Really. A big old Pervert with a capital P. Creeper. Jerk. Whatever other words you could send his way. And... aaaaaand... Amelia blinked.
The man had just laughed in Gawain's face. He plopped a hand on Gawain's head and ruffled his hair. "Squirt," Erik chuckled. "Just give up. Even if you won by cheating, you're no match for me."
Excuse me? "EXCUSE ME?" Amelia was not pleased. "Gawain is so much more."
Erik glanced her way. He smirked. "Really?" He asked smoothly. Amelia nodded, somewhat confused. Now what was he up to? "Okay." Erik shook his head with a laugh. He turned, as if to go, and then. He spun around and punched Gawain right in the gut.
He. Ruffled Gawain's hair. Deep brown eyes sparked with murder. How dare he?! In front of Amelia?! And then he went and did something much worse.
>> "Squirt. Just give up. Even if you won by cheating, you're no match for me."
"How the f**ck do you cheat in a archery contest?!"
Dumbass.
>>"EXCUSE ME? Gawain is so much more."
That earned a blink from the young knight, and a moment of confusion. Who was defending whose honor now?...
>>"Really? Okay."
The punch... was unexpected. It knocked the air out of Gawain's lungs, and he doubled over, tasting salt and iron in his mouth. What a jerk, what a complete... utter...
"That... was a mistake..." he gasped. A mistake indeed. But nothing he had not experienced before, in Sam's classes or in the out-of-whack private danger room sessions of the past few weeks.
Regaining balance, the young knight stood, and threw a punch right back at the viking's jaw. That ugly smirk on his ugly face was going to be wiped. Off.
Cheap. Trick. Cheap. Shotting. Bastard. Everything went starkly clear for Amelia. In her mind, there was only one course of action. She would have to floor this son of a rude person. She wasn't a violent person, really. But this was about a man's honor. Plus--
Amelia watched as Erik blocked and deflected the punch like some sort of marine. He caught Gawain and pulled his face down towards his knee. This guy could fight.
Erik the Viking, also known as Erik the Marine, was a very good soldier, truth be told. Top of his class at naval academy. A skilled fighter in hand-to-hand. A skilled marksman, both with guns and bows. Bright. Dangerous. Also, an ass.
His punch was swept aside in a manner that was more embarrassing that painful. Painful followed right after, when Gawain's face collided with a knee. Dirty cheap son of a bitch.
Gawain felt blood flow from his nose before he was tossed onto his back on the ground. Adrenaline was flooding him and blood was drumming in his ears, but his body resisted his expressed orders to move and stand up and kick the jerk's ass into next week. The world was spinning around him, mocking.
Ami. He had to keep Ami safe.
Rolling onto his elbows and knees, Gawain tried to shake his eyes clear and tried to stand. All at the same time. It did not go all that well.
Oh yeah. The guy'd made Gawain bleed. Only she was allowed to do that. He was going down. Logic: Check. Anger: Check. Hard sneakers meant for kicking: ... crap. What did medieval people wear for kicking again? Ah hell.
"Hey. Erik."
Erik looked towards the girl.
She'd make it work.
"Ever see those anime where the cute girl gets real mad and does something painful? And the next thing you know, the guy's a dot on the horizon?"
"Uh. No?" Erik gaped.
Amelia got a running start. She hauled back her leg, and with years of soccer practice behind the force of the kick, announced. "This is that."
Ping! Erik the viking was not Gollum, but all the same, the result of Amelia's kick sent him dropping to his knees clutching his Precious. The look on his face was indignant, shocked, and very very much pained.
The girl turned and offered Gawain a helping hand to his feet. To Erik she said, without turning to face him, "You just got your ass kicked by a girl in a dress." To Gawain, she said, eyes worried. "Are you okay?"
Gawain was only vaguely aware of what was going on above him. Amelia was talking to Erik. Why was she talking to Erik? She should have been... dunno. Running away? Probably not. She was talking about anime, and stuff that did not really make any sense in Gawain's foggy mind. But the next thing he knew, there was this very painful sound, and Erik was out. Once he was on his level, Gawain see him curl up in the ball. It was pretty easy to guess the rest. OUCH.
>>"You just got your ass kicked by a girl in a dress... Are you okay?"
Wiping blood from his face (given the amount, wiping did not do any good, but still) Gawain accepted the hand and stood.
"Yeeeah I'm... I've been better." he frowned at the red spots on the front of his tunic "But I'll live." he added with a smile that turned into a painful frown. "C'mon let's go."
Where they went was really a non-issue. They found a nice safe food stand with some chairs to sit down. There might not have been benches and picnic tables in the renaissance, but here in the present, there were, and it was good. Somewhere along the way, Amelia had found a paper towel. She'd supported Gawain and helped him along. It had been a lot like Date 1. Now, she got to put that paper towel to work.
Amelia dabbed at Gawain's face. She frowned.
"I'm sorry you got hurt again because of me..." She trailed.
Gawain, still a little dizzy from the punches and the blood loss, allowed himself to be supported until they reached a place where they could sit. Leaning back with a sigh he allowed Ami to clean his face from blood. Every once in a while he winced.
>>"I'm sorry you got hurt again because of me..."
Brown eyes opened to look at her. She was quite close. Easy to look at.
"I did not get hurt because of you" he frowned, trying not to breathe through his nose "I got hurt because of the viking son of a bOUCH."
That nose. Might have been broken.
"But, yeah. Our dates seem to have a dangerous quality about them..." he chuckled "I'm sorry about that jerk. Are you okay?"
She winced at the bOUCH. Was he worse off than they'd thought? God, she hoped not. He was her ride back home.
Even though he tried to laugh it off and play it cool, she was still worried about him. Amelia hoped Gawain wouldn't need any emergency medical attention.
"Are you?" She replied, when he asked if she was alright. "I'm not the one who got kneed in the face." She was the one who did the kicking. Between certain bOUCHes legs. That was her allotted duty in life. Surprisingly, she was OK with it.
>>"Are you? I'm not the one who got kneed in the face."
"Nah, ya're the cool one, between the two of us" Gawain smirked "I'm a friggin' X-men and I got owned by a barbarian of the eleventh century, how uncool is that..."
It really was. Sir Gawain must be spinning in his grave.
There was a serious amount of blood on his face and the front of his tunic, but it was slowly winding town to a trickle. Gawain sighed.
"I think my nose is broken." he muttered "No big deal, we have a healer in the Mansion, I'll go see him when we get home. He's done helpin' me with the black eyes, but he might take pity on me for the broken nose..."
If he was okay enough to make jokes, he must've been okay. Or cocky enough to make jokes while bleeding, with a broken nose. Probably the latter. It was a good thing for him she was mothering enough to want to help him through his reckless streak. And his laughing at himself with potential moping incoming?
>>"I'm a friggin' X-men and I got owned by a barbarian of the eleventh century, how uncool is that..."
"I would pat you on the back and tell you 'it's okay', but. I don't think you'd let me." She smiled at him. "And seriously. At least you stuck up for me." She tilted her head at him. "It's the thought that counts."
>>"I think my nose is broken." He revealed.
"Oh," she murmured. Well, that wasn't good.
But he had a healer. That was better. But. "So you get black eyes often...?" She arched an eyebrow.
>>"I would pat you on the back and tell you 'it's okay', but. I don't think you'd let me. And seriously. At least you stuck up for me. It's the thought that counts."
"Nah, it's the count that votes." Gawain chuckled. Dorky Medieval joke. Hell yeah. "Actually, you stuck up for me." he added, just for the record. "That was very hot..."
Did I say that out loud? Gawain resisted the urge to smack himself in the broken nose.
>>"So you get black eyes often...?"
Moving on.
"Yeah, it's kinda my thing. If I wake up without one my sight gets all confused." he chuckled "It's a... well. Thing."
"A thing," she said, for the moment ignoring the 'hot comment'. "I see. Well then." She smirked at him. "Maybe I need to become your bodyguard." Haha. "You'd like that, right? Hot bodyguard? Roaming around." Amelia the Courageous. That was her. "It's certainly very 'Ren'."
Now they were joking around. Good. She didn't like being all worried about him. Although... "Gawain..." She trailed, as realization dawned.
>>"A thing. I see. Well then. Maybe I need to become your bodyguard. You'd like that, right? Hot bodyguard? Roaming around. It's certainly very 'Ren'."
She had no idea. Gawain smirked up at her, most of the blood cleared from his face.
"That actually sounds like a Medieval legend I would very much enjoy to read" he agreed. Ignoring the fact that a Knight having a lady for a bodyguard would look more than a little bit weird. There were a few stories like that already. He just needed to remember some of them.