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.
Gwen had been drinking. It was awesome to be able to drink and not get called names, or have rumors about your womanliness. The 21st century was a little better, at least. Of course, she wasn't drunk. Just very tipsy. Tipsy enough to make slightly bad decisions or maybe not enough to slur her words. One good thing of being a woman in 1862 was that she had learned to hide her drunkenness - she might be drunk, but she would never slur a word... Or so she told herself, anyways.
Somehow, she had found herself in a the bottom level of a garage with Michael, her Syndicate buddy. She had chosen to wear a more modest dress this time. She enjoyed the more scandalous clothing sometimes, but she hadn't been in the mood this night. A peach colored dress and a dark, nearly navy blue top. She wasn't really sure what he did there - he wouldn't tell her. In either case, they had hit it off. It had been a few weeks since they had known each other and it was fun doing crazy things with him - like apparently getting drunk at a bar and then going to an illegal? fight in a parking garage. Man, was she living in the 21st century.
Once they were down there, the crowd was... Very large. Large enough that it made Gwen a little nervous, more so since she was nearly as drunk as a skunk. She pulled her cell phone and tried to call Charlie to tell her to pick her up, but her phone had died. D*mnit. She sighed, looking back up. Michael was... Gone. Her eyes widened and she looked around the area, slightly afraid. She heard the announcer tell them that they had to beat the hell out of each other. That didn't sound good. How did Gwen even get here? She stared towards the fight that was about to behold.
Huh, she wondered, what it would be like to see a fight from one of their eyes. Hmmm... Maybe she could slip in. Maybe that was a bad idea, though. She bit her lip, debating before she decided to head over to a car and lean against it, watching the fight unfold.
She bit her lip and crossed her arms as she waited for Lee to open the door for her. She wasn't sure how long it might take, but at least she knew she was at the right place. At least, presumably so.
She smiled when Lee opened the door. She nodded, "It is quite my pleasure, Lee." She walked into the boutique, unsure of the next steps honestly. "So... Um, what exactly do you need me to do?" She was a hard worker, but the way things were done in 1860 was significantly different in this world. She glanced around the store and nodded, "It looks so nice, Lee! It is turning out so well."
She perked a brow, though, "How in the God's sweet earth have you managed to keep this place up and be a manager at a pub?"
She mentally nodded along as Stephanie talked. So, Stephanie didn't feel anything in the shadow form. Except numbness. Huh. Gwen perked a brow (again, mentally,) "Does it tingle when you go back into human form?" She internally winced. That was probably a dumb, childish question to ask. But, in Gwen's defense, she really was oblivious to most of the world. She didn't see things like this often.
Seeing Stephanie slide under the glass door made Gwen's skin tingle in excitement. It was a wild ride, that was for sure. She wondered how her body was doing, hanging out on a bench staring at a picture. Probably fine - after all, she didn't hear anything or feel any different.
"Alright," Gwen whispered into Stephanie's mind as she tried to see inside the apartment. It was very modern - sleek, minimal. Rich people, they seemed to have lost their culture over the centuries. Rich people in Gwen's day had fine, colorful objects - color was a rich, empowering way of displaying wealth. Now? White, grey, and black. Boring. "She really doesn't seem like the kind of person who cares much about family. Can you find her office? She surely has one. I would bet a dollar that we'll find something related to her company. Maybe a revenue report? I imagine we can use that. We can test it out once you're back down here."
They couldn't test it too many times, of course, but they could do a couple different items before Gwen would get fatigued.
It had only been a couple days since Lee called her to ask for her assistance at her boutique. Apparently, Lee had also became a manager at a bar since their last meeting (which surprised Gwen, who had not exactly pictured Lee as a bar person to begin with.) Gwen, like any American, loved a good entrepreneurial spirit, though. Hard work always paid off!
She had taken the bus, despite having recently earned her driver's license. Charlie had taught her to drive all by herself and she even had state approval through this... Driver's license. But, Gwen found it intimidating, scary even. It was such a small space and she literally held her and whomever else was in the car lives. That terrified Gwen. At least in a bus, although crowded, would drive slowly, not be pressured from other cars, and most importantly, if the bus driver wrecked and killed them all at least it wouldn't be her fault.
The only problem now? She wasn't entirely sure where her boutique was. She read the addresses, she thought correctly, and began moving towards the boutique. Luckily, she did find it. She tried to send a text to Lee letting her know that she was here, but with her difficulties with technology, it became more like 'Near there.' Gwen sighed and decided to call her and let her know she was here instead. Calling was easier, anyways.
Gwen was unbelievably excited about the possibility of instant travel all over the globe. However, she didn't want the young man to think she was, well, taking advantage of him. They couldn't really be considered friends, at least not yet. They did just meet. She internally winced at how they met - she instantly accused him of stealing. Which he did do, but it was wrong of her to just presume. And especially to just ask him.
Although, he motioned to an area that would be perfect for them to just... Disappear. And re-enter into the country of Italy, near the Tower of Pisa. What an amazing day. She noticed him hold his hand out to her and give him her name and she nodded slowly. She put her hand daintily into his and stood up, "Gwendolyn. It's nice to meet you, Rift." Clearly, that wasn't his real name. It didn't take rocket science to figure that out. However, it was probably safer for him to give his nickname. After all, she did catch him stealing. She took a deep breath, "Let's!!!"
Granted, she was about to jump into a different country on the other side of the globe with a stranger. Oh well. What is it the kids in this time say? YOLO?
She waited patiently as he processed this information. It was a lot, she would give him that. Most people didn't even realize it, they just thought she was weird. But here he was, he actually knew. He knew almost immediately. Granted, she did have belongings that showed it, but even still. She didn't mind telling him and she realized after the fact that she probably said it in a way that maybe seemed like she wasn't really interested in telling it.
In either case, she crossed over and sat down on a chair. She crossed her legs and let her hands lay on top of each other. "I do not mind, if you have the time. Or if you have any questions about the mid to late 1800's, I am a basket full of information."
She gave a curt nod and listened as he spoke, "Oh, I see." She frowned a little but then perked up as he informed her that he wanted to help her. She really needed some help when it came to clothes. She clapped her hands a little, excited. "I do need these fixed, though. I would do it myself but I do not know the where, how, or even if we still have the same fabrics and colors. I certainly cannot find it. I also need a loom... I do not know how to use those... Machine things." Technology had taken over the world, good or bad.
Where she had been shopping? Well, there was only one place in town that she knew where to go, "Um... Wal-Mart." She shrugged, unsure of really anything else. There was the mall, which had lots of stores. But a lottt of stores. Gwendolyn wasn't the most comfortable entering their domain. Not to mention, it seemed like most of their clothes barely covered anything up.
She nodded, checking her watch. They had been talking for quite a while. "It was a pleasure speaking with you. Have an amazing, wonderful day and please reach out if you do need assistance. Or even a friendly chat." She smiled as she stood up and daintily shook Lee's hand again. She threw away her empty coffee cup and headed off, finishing her exploration.
(I think we can consider this a wrap. Thanks for the great thread! <3)
With a deep sigh, Gwen gave Charlie a brief, quick smile before getting lost in her thoughts again. It would be so strange if she did have a huge crush on Charlie. But what else could she explain? Maybe the time travel changed something... Else, about her? She took a deep breath and took a quick sneak peak at Charlie. At least she wouldn't have to worry about Charlie getting old and dying on her. Granted, she would have to worry about Charlie not liking her when she got old and ready to die... It's kinda weird, an immortal and a time traveler.
In either case, Charlie took her joke way too seriously and it made Gwen turn red. Gwen stared out the window of the car, knowing what she said was true but what was wrong with being with someone for decades, after all? It would be bittersweet when Gwen died, but at least they would have had a life together. Gwen gasped quietly. Was she really already thinking about them... Together? She panicked for a moment before she realized Charlie had said something, which threw her mind somewhere else. Of course she was still good with Chinese - she had been looking forward to Chinese for forever, "Um. Yes, yes, quite." She mumbled, her mind racing as the car began going.
Was she that much of a loser? She was like a lovesick teen, planning out their future. She shook her head, sighing.
Gwen gave Lee a smile after she explained why she reacted the way she did. It made sense – people probably did that test and immediately found out they had an X-Gene and would flip and leave their kids or something awful. It definitely wasn’t some hope he was human. She could care less if was a human or mutant – a person is a person, no matter what an X-Gene is. She gave a frown after thinking about it for a second, “I understand, but that was definitely not my intention.”
She kind of frown smiled. It was a weird emotion. It was a smile because she was going to say they could do it together – Gwen would even pay for it for Lee. But a frown, because of the no use for her family. She decided to make a joke of it, “I don’t really have any use for mine, either.” She laughed, considering they were in a different time. Well, technically dead now, but Gwen preferred to think of it as they were just in a different timeline. Whether that made sense or not, she wasn’t even sure.
She smiled as she watched the man handle her antique dresses and gowns. It made her content knowing she chose a store that actually had someone in it who appreciated the antiques, dresses, and gowns. It made her feel better leaving some of her most prized and cherished belongings with him.
>> "I mean, not that I doubt you could..."
She gave him a curt nod and a small smile, “My mother taught me.” She was educated, a rarity for a woman in the 1800's. Heck, she was an educator herself. Something she'd probably never be able to do again, either. That was only because her family was, in the modern sense, progressives who supported Women’s Suffrage, Abolition, among many other things. It could have also just been because a lot of money could have been made from the effect of these things.
>> "Um... you're from the train? The 19th century mystery wreck?"
She nodded, “Yes, sir I am. These are belongings ranging from 1850-1862, that came with me when smaller rip occurred.” He must have heard it from the news, but she wasn’t sure if he knew the whole story. With that in mind, Gwen did the obligatory asking, “Do you want me to tell you my story?”
Gwen sighed as she tapped the side of her cup. Despite the atrocities that were committed by previous generations, the 1800’s was still her home. She missed her family and her life dearly – after all, she went from being very wealthy to being moderately okay.
Gwen was taken a little aback by the sudden response. She wasn’t sure if it was just in her head, but it seemed very… Defensive. Gwen mumbled an apology, “Oh… Oh, well… I mean, some people do. I would love to do a test on myself, just to see what my ancestors had been. Maybe even find who my family is at this time.” She shrugged a little, unsure of how to finish her wording.
She fiddled with her empty coffee cup as she waited for Lee to respond. Gwen presumed the woman probably had some serious doubts about it.
She nodded, “Precisely. Imagine in my time? If you had a mutation, you were automatically presumed a witch, sorcerer, etc. Some type of demon. Certainly has improved since then.” She nodded affirmatively.
She laughed and nodded, “True, true… But your child’s child will be in a more peaceful, tolerant world than you will be. Speaking of which, how do you know he will be a mutant? Did you have that… Um… What do you call it… Genetical test?”
She smiled as she listened, nodding as she spoke. This conversation got very intense. Gwen had chosen not to get married in her time, or have children, mainly because she didn’t want too. She saw how many women died from childbirth, or how many children died before reaching even 2 years of age. It was… Depressing. Lee confirmed most of her feelings of not wanting children, though – it is just too d*mn scary keeping them safe.
She smiled encouragingly, “I am sure things will be better. Look how far we have come since my time. The union was in the middle of the American Civil War. Guess who lost? The slavers did. Good people, people with justice, will always win in the arc of history.” Granted, terrible other things ended up happening - the Holocaust, the current political climate towards refugees and such. But she was trying to think of the good things. She was trying her best to be encouraging. Whether it worked, she had no idea. She wasn’t the greatest when it came to emotions – despite herself being a basket case of emotions.