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.
Awake was a relative term, along with functioning and coherent, but none the less there he was sitting at the island with a magazine open staring into the ink images in a comatose expressionless fashion. His efforts in finding a car that was affordable was pointless, but he needed a set of wheels even if he was technically to young to drive. If he got a clunker, he could get it up and running in time to get that special paper saying he could drive, if not things would be done another way...
The pictures in the magazine blurred together as the articles faded into the back of his mind. The same picture was left open to him for the last ten minets or so, eventually things would make more sense as he woke up a bit more. Mornings were not his thing really, not in the slightest.
For the most part the other students had come and gone getting their first meal of the day, yet there he sat still in a haze trying to break the hold of morning. Agreeing to taking a class, this had to be a big mistake. His time would be more productive if it was later in the day or at night. Then again, night was his time to play hence his dead state of mind.
If he could only find one of the several cars in the magazine that he could own, that would be wicked. Without a job, it was a bit harder and he doubted that he'd be able to get a job considering his mutation. Stuck in a school with no source of income was rather pointless, but mostly annoying.
The good thing about not having classes? Late mornings. Gawain was sporting some serious behead when he wandered into the kitchen, looking for edible leftovers and a morning drink, whatever was at hand. He rarely evr shifted asleep anymore, usually staying up late, but when he ded, he tended to sleep like the dead.
"Mornin..." he muttered in the general area of the other human being in the room, halfway disappearing in the fridge; he was wearing sweatpants and a T-shirt with an X on it, and emerged from his hunt with a bottle of milk in his hand, much like a commercial for a helathier way of life. Drink milk. All the cool kids are doin' it.
Leaning back against the counter, he finally focused his eyes on the kid at the table. He did not look familiar.
The glaze across his eyes could make a doughnut jealous and set set a cop's mouth drooling in anticipation. The practice of sleeping with ones eyes open had to be something to highly consider, at least he would look slightly more in touch with the reality around him instead of an empty body of slumber. It was in this state of hypnotic gloss, that the fridge opened and closed. Oblivious to the newcomer, his aversion to reality continued.
Mustering up a bit of high performance functioning skills, his finger flipped the page finally as new images were open to gawking. With a bit of a grunt his salutations were semi present. The glossy eyes closed for a few moments longer then needed to blink before opening again to see his zoning area had changed slightly. Not only was the images on the magazine different, but there was a guy standing before him wearing an x on his chest. The guy didn't look that much of anything, more like gym junkie wanna be. It could have be lazy wear though. Didn't matter either way, that was as long as this guy wasn't some undercover cop working for that Jorge guy Taylor was dating.
"Depends." Drifting back into his morning trance, the glaze grew across his face again. There was no point in breaking out of his morning fog, or at least there was no motivation yet. His body might have moved from his place of slumber, but it didn't mean he was awake in the slightest. With a bit of a yawn, his face moved more then it had with his monosyllabic answer. "You new?"
Having a conversation with a teen was hard enough, but the ability to make sense of their thought process shortly after they climbed out of bed was an impossible task at times. Struggling to snap out of his daze, another yawn stretched his mouth again forcing out his warm breath. He wasn't even sure personally what was said or what he was saying. Though it wasn't much different then any other time. Who the hell was he kidding, he should just claim a couch and go back to sleep.
Gawain chuckled, and poured some milk into a glass. At least he was not the only one completely out of it this morning. Some people were morning people, and then there was him/her. And, apparently, this guy too.
"No. Been here for... two years?"
Has it really been that long? Gawain suddenly felt all grown up and experienced. Compared to his sixteen-year-old self that first walked through the Mansion... window.
"I'd have noticed you" he added, nodding to him "Welcome to the Mansion."
With another grunt he tried to communicate through the morning haze. This guy wasn't going to stop talking but at least he was being decent, a rare trait to find in modern society. Though he himself was no prime example. "Something like that." Pushing his magazine slightly to the side, his squinting eyes looked over the guy. His nose was rather rounded and had feminine lips, like Angela Joleen or some one with botox. Maybe he was just born with big girlish lips or something.
Raising his eyebrows slightly, a snark exhale of air responded back to the guy. Welcome....welcome...yeah right. He was tricked into coming to the mansion and he didn't dare leave, not with that Taylor lady knowing who he was. Stuck there at the mansion, he just had to keep a low profile for a bit and fade into the background. Though with his personality it was a rather difficult task.
"Got a car?" There, he was being nice...or semi civil. Sure there was a hidden agenda, but there was nothing wrong with that one. He liked to drive, just unfortunately the law didn't like him behind the wheel, not for another year at least. What did New York know, they were just stupid. He was perfectly fine behind the wheel and had absolute control over cars....if he wasn't on the run.
Hokee's eyes flickered back to his magazine. HE doubted he'd fine any of the cars in the pictures to be out in the city streets let alone for any of them to be owned by anyone in the Mansion. Maybe he figure out how to get overseas, sneak on a plane to the UK and really get to have fun with some fast cars. With a fake pass port, he might be able to have it say he was older...
Oh wow. Early morning angst. Gawain smirked, and sipped his milk. Did he have a car? Nope. He did not really need one, as long as others had cars with mirrors in them. Saph had been teaching him how to drive, though... but that was probably not what the kid was interested in. He looked too young to drive anyway, Mirror decided with all the authority of his almost-19 years of life.
The guy was a bit to cheerful for his liking, way to cheerful. Tilting his head sideways, he searched for a rainbow to come out of his butt or something. How could he be a guy and not want a car, its what it seemed like with how? This was just messed up. Sure they were in NYC and there were tons of public transportation to ride in, but driving was so much better then rolling down the subways full of well...people like him. "Huh." Still, it was very weird the guy was so cheerful about not having a car, it just didn't seem right. Maybe he was just from a different culture or something.
"Yeah, Hokee." His eyes flickered back down to the magazine and became quickly attached to the sights. There was a beauty about the cars in the magazine, not the same as chicks but it was something that he could enjoy staring at for hours. He didn't need to know the details of what was under the hood, but the looks was what matter for the moment.
"Whats with the X shirt there?" Using one hand to hold his head up, Hokee half paid attention to the other guy while enjoying the endless options for daydream cars. He didn't know much about fashion, and he certainly couldn't think of anyone back in his old schools wearing such a branding of clothes with the x and all. It was just a weird letter of the alphabet to randomly have printed on a shirt, unless if the kid's name started with that letter. Poor bloke if that was true, not like there were a lot of names that started with x. He certainly wouldn't walk around with an H on his clothes, that was to much like walking around with your name written in your underwear for him, just more visible.
Three syllables in one sentece! The kid was running wild!
"Nice to meet ya. My name's Gawain."
For today, anyway. He didn't need to explain that right now. Sipping some milk, he looked at the guy reading the magazine, contemplating. Did he look so... teen, when he first stumbled into Rupert's bathroom? He probably did. Probably worse, at least this guy was not bleeding. Gawain was suddenly having nostalgia.
>>"Whats with the X shirt there?"
"Huh?" he blinked, then looked down at his shirt. When Ami was not around, Gawain usually dressed in the normal what-I-can-pull-out-of-the-drawer-first guy way.
"Oh" he chuckled "Ya really are new around here, aren't you. X is for the X-men." turning around, he decided it was time to look for cereals in the kitchen cabinet.
He had heard of many strange names in his life, but this guy had to take the prize. That was a lot coming from someone who grew up on the Res. Didn't matter, what was really important in a name really, it was just some label you were stuck with from birth. Joy. With a grunt, his fingers danced at the corners of the magazine, toying with the idea of turning the page, he was drawn into the temptations of cars.
"Knew that." Okay, so he didn't but he wasn't going to just sit there and look stupid. He just wasn't awake enough to really think. Heck, he wasn't even awake enough to really hold a conversation either. Forget about breakfast, he was a zombie right now and they most certainly didn't eat anything at this hour of the day. Waking up, not easy to do.
The brace of his head in his hand suddenly failed on him. What am I in for? Something told him that he might have gotten the raw end of the stick. Well, that might explain for why he was there, but now it made him wonder about some of the other kids he saw. Like monkey tail girl. She obviously was at the mansion in fear she might carry some strange monkey disease. There were two routes he could take right now, look like he was there for nothing or attempt to look like a major badass. "Held someone hostage." Obviously he went with the big man on campus route.
Gawain stopped rummaging in the cupboard and turned to look at the kid again. Hmmm. He was either lying to sound more badass, or... or he was just another stray kid in the long history of strays in the Mansion. Either way, Gawain grinned.
"I bet that was fun." he turned back to the cereals "Mine was breaking and entering, although not in that order. But what I was really askin' is what's your mutation?"
He had to have one - ordinary humans rarely ever decided to live in the Mansion. Besides, the guy had that whole angst thing going on that you get when you are dealing with hormones and genes. Been there, done that.
No real reaction. Man this place was a ghost town. Sure there were lots of people time to time, but he seemed to run into these dead beats that inhabited the school. The breaking and entering thing was exciting news to hear. Maybe he could get the bloke to help him raid a car dealership or something, but the interest quickly dwindled. It would have been nice if he could learn about the breaking and entering, he might pick up a few tricks he could use.
"Nothing useful right now." There were many reasons why his mutation wasn't useful currently. There was stupid Taylor running about the school getting her magical bubble area all up in his space, the lack of good shadows to use and most importantly him being tired. Trying to do stuff while tired was rather stupid, and as frequently that he did stupid stuff he really wasn't an idiot himself.
Shifting in his seat, Hokee had to wake up more. This was hard to converse with his foggy brain. "I vanish at night."There vague was good enough for him. Sure he could use his whole shadow thin in the morning daylight hours, but it was much better used at night when he could really get lost in the depths of night. "Boogie man." He didn't honestly care if he answered the question or not. The whole x-men thing still was swirling about his angst filled brain.
>>"Nothing useful right now. I vanish at night. Boogie man."
All right, so the kid was not a talker. Gawain had half the mind to just leave him once he poured a bowl of cereal for himself (no milk, he liked those two separately), but he was still curious. Boogie man, huh? That sounded like an interesting mutation.
Turning back to him, he ate a spoonful of cereal before he spoke again.
"That sounds interesting." he nodded "So, are you plannin' on stickin' around?"
He was curious. Some people came to the Mansion and stayed forever (see Mirror himself); others came and went, after shorter on longer time. He wondered which one this kid was going to be...
He himself might not be very awake, but he was smart enough to know how to eat breakfast. Didn't the milk go in the bowl? To each his own. "Don't know. Depends." He couldn't make any promises, not with that stupid deal the Taylor lady had. No harming any of the other kids in the place, like that was going to last. No destroying the place other.....telling a kid who loved to use spray paint that he couldn't use his artistic talents was like telling a dog to stop being a dog. The mansion was sure to get a mark or two from him soon enough, it was the matter of placing his marks where she wouldn't find them.
"Till I find some place better." There had to be a place that suit him better. Sure he was a mutant and all, but some of the people that were there that didn't look human, mainly that girl with the tail...it was just weird. He could easily squeeze through life my acting like he was normal, it was just at night where he really shined. "Dull here...real dull."
>>"Don't know. Depends. Till I find some place better. Dull here...real dull."
Gawain smirked and ate another spoonful of the cereal. Yup, he was new. Thinking the Mansion would ever be dull...
"Yeah" he nodded "Been a while since we last got blown up. Nowadays, gotta go to the Danger Roo for excitement."
Oh. He had NO idea.
Gawain chuckled at him "We usually make up stuff to entertain ourselves. I don't have much time with all the training we gotta do, but every once in a while we come up with somethin' awesome. And holidays get pretty lively around here too. Most of the kids don't go home. I don't either."
He said all this in a half-joking, half-serious way; but he turned more serious for the last part.
"It still is the best place to be. If ya ask me, some boredom it worth puttin' up with in exchange for all the good stuff."
The place blows up...well that was nice news to hear. At least he wouldn't die of boredom, but he might from anticipation waiting for such explosives. Still, there really was nothing going on right now, hence the zombie state....plus his rather strange sleeping habits. He couldn't tell how serious or not the guy was, it was not something he judged very well, even more so when he'd rather be sleeping in a nice bed.
"Where it at?" The verbal skills were improving in some directions but not much. He couldn't think clearly on what he wanted to say, instead he just had to go from the last said thing...good thing they weren't talking about to much. Such conversations would drown him at this hour of the day. "I wouldn't mind watching something entertaining." So much more, he was really talking!