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.
>>"The dance... how are you gonna... with a broken face? Maybe we should run back and get you fixed up and cleaned up."
Oh. The dance. He owed her a dance. Several dances, actually. As many as they could manage before Cinderella had to run back home to shift into a girl.
"I'm fine" he sighed, touching his nose gingerly "I've had worse. Once the bleeding's stopped I'm gonna be okay. Really."
He looked around.
"Besides, ya're not gonna get Kenneth outta here before this thing is over" he smirked "I hope your parents are not expecting you home by curfew. I'll get you home before midnight. I promise."
He'd better. For his own good.
Turning back to Ami, he smiled at her.
"You'll get your dance. Don't worry. I'm not gonna pass that up."
He was fine. Really. Fine enough to joke, fine enough to dance? Somehow, she wasn't sure. She really wanted him to be alright. But... if he was going to tough it out, then Mr. Fine would just have to deal. Besides. She would not pass up the chance to dance with him by forcing him home. Also. "I'd hate to make Kenneth unhappy," she noted, eyebrows arched in fake shock.
As for the curfew... actually. Nothing needed saying on that. Although she would probably get yelled at. Worth. It. Now was not the time to comment on parental units. And wasn't all her previous good behavior grounds enough for their current trust? Doing one stupid thing would not destroy that trust. She was certain. She was 16.
"Nope, won't make Kenneth sad." She concluded, smiling. "And I wouldn't miss dancing with you for the world."
>>"I'd hate to make Kenneth unhappy... Nope, won't make Kenneth sad. And I wouldn't miss dancing with you for the world."
That earned her a genuine smile. Not a smirk, or a grin, or one of those smug smiles the young knight tended to have; it was a smile that was honest and kind, and almost surprised Gawain himself.
Dancing it was. She was in for the dance of a lifetime.
Of course, that was going to be a while away. It was only about midday; they would get food first, and then do more fun stuff, watch people bash in each other's heads. Fun. And wait for the dancing time to come.
"Do you think they have ice around here somewhere?"
They had to. Unless Erik was currently using up all of it.
>>"Do you think they have ice around here somewhere?"
Amelia glanced around. "Only way to find out is to check." And so they did.
Time passed. They found ice. Found more food, entertainment. Falconry was pretty cool, as was swordfighting, and it was a lot more fun watching jousters than she imagined it would have been, being one. They walked around for a bit and checked the fancy booths selling wide varieties of weaponry and goods. Finally, the sun started to settle. People shifted their focuses towards the dancing, the music, and the food.
Gossip passed fast at the renaissance fair. As Gawain and Amelia headed towards the dancing, they couldn't help but overhear two girls talking about some long-haired jerk who'd gotten himself kicked out. And after winning second place in some contest. How could anyone have been so dumb? Amelia could only quietly smirk.
Once he had a pack of ice to numb the pain in his nose, Sir Gawain was back to normal. He had had a lot worse than a broken nose. Broken ribs, for example. That one was a bitch. But right now, he was at a Ren fair, and with a date none the less, and that was much better than going home and facing DocProf with a broken nose. Again.
So, they spent the rest of the day wandering around. Ami seemed to enjoy herself, and he smiled as he stole a glance at her every once in a while. They watched the competitions, tried the food, talked about the costumes, and generally had a great time. By the time the dancing and the music was about to start, Gawain considered himself healed for the time being. He was showing the early shadows of a serious black eye, but at least now his face was blood-free, and so was his nose. Good times.
"It sounds like the dance is starting" he smiled, walking with Ami towards the music. In the middle of the fair, a large area had been cleared, and a pavilion was raised, with floor that was good enough for dancing, and lights all around. At one end of the pavillion, a band was getting ready to play; pairs were gathering from all around, waiting for the dance to start. The cheerful, lively notes of Irish music were unmistakeable.
"So, my lady" Gawain asked, taking her by the hand "Have you ever tried contradancing before?"
The word 'Contradancing' brought to mind images of violent video game war. This was not that type of 'Contra'. She knew this. But it was worth musing over how that word had brought that image there.
Of course, if she'd known what Contradancing was, Amelia might not have thought those thoughts or mused those musings. That was most likely true. That would most likely also have been far less interesting and entertaining... to say the least. Learning from a friend. A friend who was a boy. A potential boyfriend? Yeah. Way more fun than her being some sort of Contradancing Pokemon master. Gawain would teach her, she'd decided. She would learn from Gawain.
Gawain grinned. She was new to this kind of dancing. Sweet. Teaching her was going to be fun.
"Choose your partners!"
A lady in a colorful skirt stood by the band with a very non-Medieval microphone, and smiled and waved as she arranged the pairs of dancers into a set. Gawain, holding Ami by the hand, joined the rest of the dancers.
"So, here is the deal." he said, leaning closer to her to be heard over the shuffling and laughter and the band tuning their instruments "You just follow what she says, it's very simple, even Kenneth could learn it without trouble." he chuckled "You're gonna dance with every guy in the set, but I'm always gonna catch you in the end."
The dance they started with was fairly easy; it was meant to teach some basic things to those who were doing it for the very first time. Swinging, circling, changing places and partners, everyone seemed to grasp it after the first few tries.
Gawain had always loved dancing. Most kinds, actually. Contra was something he only tried a few times at Ren fairs such as this one; it had a certain charm to it. It was polite and at the same time involved a lot of flirting, without the actual rubbing-against-each-other thing they did in clubs and other places.
Dancing certainly suited Ami. Just like the dress. It was new to her, but fit her just right, and he smiled about that as he twirled her around or swung her with an arm around her waist.
"Keep looking at me or you'll get dizzy."
The song was long enough to dance with everyone in the line. It was fun. By the time it ended, most people were slightly out of breath. Gawain laughed, and kissed Ami's hand. "Thank you for the dance."
This, Ami decided, was fun. Despite that fact that she'd been expecting something slower. Maybe something closer. Perhaps, even something where she could have utilized Gawain's shoulders as an arm rest, or even a head rest. Yup. This equaled fun.
Hopefully, there would be time later for head rests, though?
Yeah.
Oh, and also:
>>"Keep looking at me or you'll get dizzy."
"As if I could look away." Said she. For. She was feeling cheeky.
Contradancing was apparently a very good dance for that cheeky feeling.
Round and round they went. Until finally (although the dance's end was not a finality), they reached a momentary conclusion.
Mr. Fine kissed her hand and thanked her.
Amelia curtsied at the charming stranger. "Twas my pleasure, Sir Knight."
What had she thought about cheeky? Yeah. Definitely one of those kinds of dances.
He really couldn't. Not in this dance, not in the next. The dance was far from being slow and cuddly, but it had the great advantage of making girls look beautiful. Ami in particular, with her flushed cheeks and smiling eyes and her hair that was coming loose from the hairpins, looked... very pretty.
A few more dances flew by. You were supposed to change partners in-between, but damn if he was letting her dance with somebody else. Not for a whole set. Nope.
Everyone was out of breath by the time the latest dance ended; Gawain twirled Ami around one last time before thanking her with a bow.
"Waltz and break!" the cheerful lady announced, as it was usual for these kind of dances. Waltz. Gawain smiled, and pulled Ami close. This was going to be interesting.
The dancing had been fun, but this. This had been what she'd been waiting for.
One could learn a lot from Disney movies. How to sing. How to dance. How to clear a savannah after every meal. This was not the last one. More like the middle one. Yup. So, when Gawain pulled her close, she knew what to do. She'd learned from some of the best. Belle, Cinderella, Ariel, Aurora... she put her hands just like those leading ladies had taught. One hand holding his, and one hand on Gawain's side. She let him lead.
The waltz is one of the easiest dances. As long as you keep up with the rhyth, one-two-three one-two-three, you are good. The rest is about paying attention to whoever you are dancing with. That. Was not a problem.
Ami seemed to enjoy the waltz. Very much so. Probably more than she'd enjoyed the contra. Oh well. The young knight smiled and lead his lady in the dance, sweeping her around and around, and around the dance floor. This was not his favorite kind of dancing, but when it came to charming a girl, it was definitely the most effective.
She did keep up. She was very graceful in her Ami way. Surprisingly so. He held her close to make it easier to turn and twirl, and for more selfish reasons too. And he smiled. If the lady liked the waltz, he would waltz.
It was only one dance though, before the music ended, and people left the dance floor to find something to drink and catch their breath before the second half of the evening...
Amelia and Gawain were two of those people. "Whew," Amelia said, as she caught her breath and scooped some punch up into a glass for Gawain. Or should she have said 'whoo!'? Because that is how she felt.
The great thing about dancing is... well. Damn. There are too many great things to dancing. Amelia couldn't pick out just one. She handed Gawain his glass of punch as her mind careened between choices for why she was so enjoying the night. She turned and started scooping up her own, settling on one fact. That it was only half over.
"That was definitely fun," she stated the obvious. There was no way it couldn't have been obvious, from the look on her face.