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 smirked as he sipped punch from his glass. Sipping was all right and well, but he was parched from all the dancing, so the rest of the punch went down in a matter of seconds, and then the young knight mirrored her smile. "Whew."
It was already dark all around them; the tents and pavilions lit up with colorful lights, the fair almost looked like a fairy market. Or some other enchanted place. With people in costumes wandering around.
Gawain put the empty glass down and offered his arm to the lady.
She was still all buzzed from the dancing. A walk would be a good way to cool down. Even if the waltz hadn't actually been playing Once Upon a Dream from Sleeping Beauty, she had that song embedded deep in her head. In fact... if one listened carefully, they might even be able to hear her heart beating in time with the beat of the music. Nah. That was actually a really stupid idea there. Someone would have to get really close to even test that hypothesis. To state a hypothesis that untestable was just.... unscientific. And Ami was aaaall about science.
Since such a thing was untestable, she'd just have to start humming to herself, quietly, so that nobody could possibly hear. They couldn't possibly hear, right? Right? Oh. Or maybe they could...
"Mmm, mmm mmm..." Amelia hummed quietly as she let Gawain lead her away, resting her head on his shoulder.
Yup, on his shoulder. What could she say? Shoulders made good head rests. It was as simple as that.
They walked away from the crowd. The night was warm, but cooler than the day, and there were crickets chirping all around. It was that ideal time between summer and fall.
Ami was humming. Was she?... Also, she rested her head on his shoulder. Gawain smiled, untangled himself, and put an arm around her to pull her closer.
Yup. She was humming.
She was actually humming a Disney song, however embarrassing it was to recognize it. For a knight. It was cute though, both the song and the humming. He only had to turn his head a little to kiss her on the forehead.
The humming stopped as Amelia sighed into the kiss. His shoulder was warm, but not too hot, and his arm around her was nice. This was all nice. Even the tiny gasp she'd made as he kissed her forehead and the embarrassed flush that followed.
So lame... It was totally unfair for her cheeks to blush like that, right? Because blushing at something romantic was so uncool. Heh. Whatever. Everything was fine. What did a little blush matter?
She would've only had to turn her head a little to return the kiss, with interest, but... this was still not date three. A lady had to have her rules, here, and she had to stick with her guns.
The humming started up again, as Amelia snuggled into his shoulder with a vengeance. "That was nice," she chuckled. "What brought that on?"
She was fishing, obviously, but he didn't have to know that.
It being 'obvious' and him 'not knowing it' in the same thought was almost a contradiction. Almost unscientific. But obviously, he didn't need to know that either.
That. Was a question not easily answered. They had wandered away from the lights by now. As far as he could tell in the moonlight and the reflection of the lampions from the fair... was she blushing?
The young knight chuckled, looking down at her. Really, what do you answer to a question like that?
You did? The dance? Such a nice evening?
Pffft. Really. He had just kissed her on the forehead.
"Height difference." he smirked, looking down at her "You should wear heels."
"Why, you're right." She teased. "I'm practically having to walk on my tippy toes just to rest my head on that shoulder of yours." She was. It was kind of awkward. How had neither of them noticed this? What was he? 6'? 7? "Although, I don't think," she broke out in a whisper. "That high heels go with renaissance fair footwear."
He had picked out the shoes, not her. So he was to blame. For the kiss. On the forehead. And not planting it anywhere else.
He could've tilted her chin, if he'd wanted, but nope. Forehead. Sloppy.
... And he'd been supposed to tell her she looked pretty. Hmph.
She was not as shocked as he expected her to be. She did not even blush more than she already had. Pity.
>>"Why, you're right. I'm practically having to walk on my tippy toes just to rest my head on that shoulder of yours."
He did not really want to laugh, but he couldn't hold back a chuckle at that. She really was tiny. Which was not bad. Ladies who are taller than them usually make knights feel kind of uncomfortable. She was better off being cute and tiny. And deadly.
>>"Although, I don't think that high heels go with renaissance fair footwear."
She was whispering. And she was right.
"They don't" Gawain agreed, before sweeping her up once again, arms securely wrapped around her waist, and lifting her off the ground. This one move made her a few inches taller than him - talk about the height difference. Her feet danging several inches above the ground. And very, very close.
That was some feat, scooping her up like that. One second, his arm was at her side, keeping her steady so she could go tippy toe and rest her head on his shoulder. The next, he'd somehow managed to 'round the waist. Lifted. Suddenly, she was taller than him.
Scientifically speaking, of course, she was no taller. Only held higher aloft. But why would science be brought into things here?
Oh right. Science would be brought into play here because now, she was in a better position to kiss him without straining on her toes. And this, of course, was scientific. Something learnable through observation and experimentation.
He was close. An observation.
Close enough to kiss. Provable through experimentation.
Science. It was awesome. A scientifically-proven fact.
Amelia stared into the stars in Gawain's eyes and said, courage unfaltering: "This time, I guess you'll have to tilt your head up to kiss me."
Screw the rules. She had a boy to kiss. Or rather, one to kiss her. Whatever. Details were unscientific.
>>"This time, I guess you'll have to tilt your head up to kiss me."
Yup. It worked.
"I guess I do" he whispered, before closing the gap between them. He had been wanting to kiss her for most of the day now, and yes, it felt good. She was warm and soft and tasted like punch. Very fitting.
He slowly let her back down onto her feet, still kissing, and pulled one of his hands free from around her waist to tilt her chin up. She was way past the polite peck on the lips. She was annoying and cute and brave and nerdy all at the same time. And right now, she was getting kissed thoroughly and until he ran out of breath.
Which he did, eventually. Broken noses are not great to breathe through. Well, damn.
They say the first kiss is amazing. They say it's of the best experiences a young girl can have. They say it can move mountains and topple trees and they say it can launch fireworks and laugh at gravity. They they they. Who are these they people and what do they know? They sound made up. And totally incapable of accurately depicting just how good it really is. At least, that's what Amelia thought.
When she was thinking, of course. Which really, there wasn't a lot of. First kisses were kind of like that.
What? Had no one realized that this was, in fact, her first kiss? Not her second or her third, but her actual first kiss? That she might have talked big game, been boy-crazy and flirted out of habit, but that, in fact... she'd never actually found a guy mature enough for her? Huh? Nobody?
Well, this was her first kiss. And... she wasn't well-practiced.
But... and this was a blush-inducing thought. She thought she was doing a pretty good job.
When she stopped defying gravity in Gawain's arms, and feet touched down on terra firma... she was still kissing him. And when he tilted her chin up so there wasn't this hugely odd angle? Yeah. Still kissing. And when he took her breath away and did not give it back? Yup. A little past that, they stopped.
Amelia was proud. But, she noted deviously, with her hands on his chest. She wanted more.
She could see the moon in the sky, behind Gawain's head. Realization hit like an annoying brat throwing a tantrum because he hadn't gotten his way. It was getting late... this night would have to come to an end soon. But not before she rested her head against his chest and gave Gawain a hug.
She was timid at first, trying to match the way he was kissing her, and Gawain had a suspicion in the back of his mind. Was this her first kiss?
Oh god, please no.
If it was, she was a quick learner. The young knight smiled against her lips before she pulled away and gasped for air that he desperately needed, but did not miss at all.
She was smiling. Nothing more beautiful than a lady well kissed.
>>"Tonight was really magical, Gawain."
She hugged him and he wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on the top of her head.
"Yeah" he agreed with a smile. Reality was looking on the horizon waiting to crash down on him, and he could hear the distant thunder saying 'what the f*** are you doing, hmmmm?' The clock was getting ready to strike midnight, and the magic will disappear. And will probably leave him with a lot of different issues to deal with.
But for now, it was nice and peaceful. For another few hours, at least.
"All right, m'lady" he sighed, and kissed her on the forehead again "C'mon, let's get you home."
The ride back to the city was quiet, for the most part. Just silent snuggling in the back of the van, looking up out one of the windows at the stars.
She'd changed out of the renaissance fair clothes before they'd left. It was far more comfortable in the back wearing a t-shirt and jeans.
They reached the street in front of her home, the restaurant. She looked up at the second story of the building, considering options. Usually, she went in through the back. There was a door, but also parents. He had the option of dropping her off... and maybe giving her another kiss after walking her to her door? But there were those nagging parents. And she was probably in trouble.
Who cared?
"Do you want to walk me to the back door?" Amelia asked, looking up at Gawain's face from where she lay at his side, on soft flags.
They changed back into mundane clothing, and half of the magic was gone.
They did not talk much on the way home. Partly because they were exhausted from the day's events and the dance, and partly because, well, it was nice not to talk. Ami snuggled close, and Gawain did not mind. He had gotten to the point where you either tell everything, or you say nothing at all. He went with the latter.
I am such a coward.
Looking down at her in the faint light in the back of the van, he wondered how old she was. She looked peaceful in his arms. Like a child.
Oh hell I hope she's sixteen at least. ... Who cares, I'm screwed either way.
This whole thing, from concussion to Renaissance date, this was not supposed to happen. At all. She was not Twyla. He was not Gawain. Well, not all the time, not in a way she'd expect him to be. Not to mention the whole mess with Mom, and Maxine and the thug. He'd have to deal with all of those tomorrow...
The young knight sighed, and did not say anything.
>>"Do you want to walk me to the back door?"
They had arrived. Gawain looked at his watch. A good hour till midnight.
"Sure" he nodded, helping her out of the van. Glancing towards the building, he smirked. "You know, I could just mirrorwalk you upstairs..."
"You could..." Amelia agreed slowly. The look on her face told him to wait before doing something, because there was a 'but'. "But." And there it was. "Then you wouldn't get a kiss." She smiled, waiting on his decision.
If she got caught kissing a boy in her bedroom at 10 at night while already in trouble, she was sure to be grounded. Not a risk she was willing to take. Actually, it was. But! She was a traditionalist at heart, and she'd never gotten walked back to her house and given a good night kiss by a cute guy. And... so she waited, and hoped he would make the right decision.
>>"You could... But. Then you wouldn't get a kiss."
"Ah. All right then." the young knight nodded with a smirk "But if your dad shoots me, that's totally on you."
He'd already gotten his nose broken because of her today. Sure, he did not mind at all, especially after all that happened later on, but still. He was adventurous, not suicidal. And fathers could be dangerous when it came to their... probably underage... daughters.
"Let's go." he smiled, and walked her to the back door, hand in hand.
It was really... something new. His relationship with Twyla started out in a very different, and fairly unconventional way; not to mention she was older than him. The whole first date - second date - permission to kiss thing just felt... weird? A good kind of weird, but still. It would take some getting used to...