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.
Anything she could think of? She didn't quite believe him... but there he went, setting things up.
The room got brighter and on the other side of it, several archery targets sprang up from the floor. They were made of wood strapped to hay bales, held together with rope. There were no extra bells and whistles. Just the targets.
Amelia had never seen the Danger Room in action. This had, in fact, been the first time she'd ever seen something like this occur. Things from nothing. Suffice it to say... she was not easily impressed.
"Seems useful enough," she smiled coolly at Gawain.
Oh yeah. She was being cool about it. That made Gawain smirk. Everyone knew the Danger Room was the coolest place on the planet, ever. It makes stuff out of nothing. Your argument is invalid.
"It'll get better" he promised "Once I'm sure you can handle it."
So, there was that. Taking the bow off his shoulder the offered it to Ami, letting her get a feel of how to hold it before he supplied her with any arrows...
The bow was different than she'd expected. Holding it up haphazardly (and with the wrong arm, no less), she looked quite the fool.
"So, this is how I hold it, right? And aim it..." What the hell? She tried messing with the string, and there was tension. Her face showed her confusion. "How am I even supposed to launch arrows with this thing?"
She'd watched on TV, seen it in movies, but seriously. Did you need this much arm strength?
Gawain must have a cannon in each arm... She observed, with new-found respect.
>>"So, this is how I hold it, right? And aim it... How am I even supposed to launch arrows with this thing?"
Gawain chuckled, and walked around to stand behind her.
"Nah, not quite." he said with a smirk, putting the bow into her other hand. "There." he said, arranging her fingers around the handle "Don't grip it, you need to allow it some space to move."
Once she had a decent grip on the bow, he arranged her other hand on the string.
"There. Now. Try to pull. Just remember, don't let it go. You should never let the tring go without an arrow on it. Okay?"
Now, she hadn't been plotting all of this closeness, this proximity, buuuuut... him showing her how to hold the bow and to place her fingers certainly didn't hurt. This was probably the reason women liked men to teach them how to do certain sports like baseball and pool. Hands-on teaching. Swing the bat. Lining up the shot. With help.
This.
Her brow furrowed defiantly as she failed to give up on the task at hand. Amelia made herself take it all in, and not get distracted by silly teenage hormones (much). She still smirked a little as he shifted her other hand to the string of the bow.
"Kay." She pulled. Things went better this time. No comical moments of bows flying forward or snapping backwards as a teenage girl failed, and let go. "Better?" She asked. She looked to him, and it struck her. She really cared what he thought of her form.
He watched her with a smile. There was something really sexy about a girl with an arrow. That thought just promised to make Maya days a lot weirder. Well, damn.
"Better" he nodded, touching her elbows to lift her arms up.
"Now. If you lift the bow too high the arrow's gonna miss. If you don't raise it up enough, it's gonna hit the ground before the target. Just so." his touch was light, letting her do the actual lifting. Once she got it, he walked around again to face her.
"Now, when you pull the string, your goal is to pull your hand back here" he touched her chin "or here." another light touch on her cheekbone. "Don't pull it farther than that. Not even if you are strong enough."
Lift the bow too high... and it's epic fail. Too low, epic fail. She did not like epic fail. Amelia followed his directions with the exact intent not to fail epically. She was 100% certain that would make her embarrassed. And being embarrassed was not cool.
She got in position. As he moved from behind her to her front, she tried to follow him with her eyes. Over one shoulder. Then around. Eyes dropped to the bow in her hands briefly. Then his hand brought her chin back up to attention. She looked up and blushed.
Whoops. Had he just said some important things? Her mind had gone blank.
"Um. Care to run that by me again?" A chuckle escaped her, a sheepish grin planted itself on her face, and a contradictory eyebrow rose, daring him to call her on it. ... Maybe even daring him to tell her she was not strong? Not that that last one had been part of the thought behind the look at all.
Target practice, she said. She was the one who came up with the whole thing, and she was already getting distracted. Was Gawain doing a good job, or what?
A grin lit up his face for a split second before he leaned in.
"I said" he whispered "That you should not pull the arrow farther than here, or here."
Both places marked with a kiss. As knights do it. Epic win.
Mmmm... She moved the bow to one hand, then used the now-free hand to pull him by the collar, closer, into another kiss.
She broke the kiss a moment later with a playful smirk, and gave him a light shove away.
"I'll never master this if I keep getting distracted by sexy ol' you." She said. She rested her hands on her hip, bow by her side, and looked at him with mild impatience. Still smiling. But serious, too.
Kissing. Was good. It was definitely the young knight's favorite activity. Even better than archery. And it looked like Ami did not mind either. For a while, at least. Hormones.
>>"I'll never master this if I keep getting distracted by sexy ol' you."
"Well" he smirked, taking the quiver off his shoulder "Then ya're not gonna like this."
Because only losers wear a quiver on their back. Reaching around Ami's waist he pulled the belt around her hips and made sure it fit.