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.
Posted by Gwen Fisher on May 30, 2012 18:55:14 GMT -6
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I am totally throwing both Gwen and Kate into this. Kate is totally going to fall to her darker side and join the amazons as a fire manceing bad ass. No more prim and proper English Lady but a hard definition of 'If you touch the fire you're gonna get burned.'
I am btw all for the mid June thing. By then I should have my own computer back at work and can post form there as well as be almost out of the dance year so no more rehearsals. By then I will just be down to the every day annoyances.
Posted by Gwen Fisher on May 25, 2012 11:54:49 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Dec 15, 2015 18:27:41 GMT -6
Gwen shied away from Svetlana’s hands, hey were so cold in comparison to she was, but she didn’t fight the movements of the beautiful blonde. The shirt slipped on easily and she could feel the warmth of the fabric as it raised to match her own. Gwen groaned as she tried to focus her eyes and actually see the face of the person that was trying to help her. She had no idea where Jude had brought her to but she was in no condition to fight or protest no matter where they were. Though, if it was a hospital she was going to have to make sure to grab her file on her way out. There was no way she was going to let her ‘parents’ find her just because she got a little sick. Okay well a lot sick but there was still no way. She sat silently listening to their conversation and not really hearing it for if she had there was no way any sickness would have stopped her form commenting.
Posted by Gwen Fisher on May 16, 2012 13:04:08 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Dec 15, 2015 18:27:41 GMT -6
Gwen groaned as her head hit the pillow and Copy Boy let her go. The soft jostle sent a shot of pain through the entirety of her brain and the yelling didn't help. Her hands shook as she raised them to her ears and scrunched up into a ball trying to tone out the offensive conversation. To her it just sounded like loud incoherent noise and even though she knew they had to be speaking words she couldn’t bring herself to even want to fight to understand. She listened to her shaky breaths and the loud beating of her heart maybe she was sicker then she had thought.
Once silence seemed to set into the room she relaxed and stretched out in an attempt to cool down which just made her cold again.
Jude’s hand felt cold as it brushed her forehead but it seemed almost a comforting relief. This time however she didn’t fight against his hands knowing it was useless. She felt his strong touch taking care not to hurt her as he slowly lifted the shirt up over her head before covering her up once more with something she couldn’t identify. Gwen grabbed onto it and did her best to curl up under it so it would cover as much of her as possible.
Posted by Gwen Fisher on May 10, 2012 12:11:05 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Dec 15, 2015 18:27:41 GMT -6
“Perfect.” Gwen smirked at the boyish want to make sure the word was pronounced correctly. The more she leanred about Slate the more he seemed kind of child like. It was actually rather interesting. Oh trust me I have no intention of thinking this is a date. I hadn’t even assumed you were even remotely interest. No offence but you are a little young for me. Well Naïve, no offence.
Gwen had never actually been out on a real date. She had lived on the streets since before the prospect had even tried to arise and when you are a homeless girl it is a little harder to get guys to ask you out. And really lets face it she had a few trust issues that made dating and relationships a little hard when you got down to it.
Posted by Gwen Fisher on May 10, 2012 11:57:08 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Dec 15, 2015 18:27:41 GMT -6
Gwen pulled into herself as she felt the warmth of the covers despite. She groaned in protest but wasn’t bothered enough to muster the energy to speak. She opened her eyes to see what appeared to be a blurry outline of Copy Boy. He was looking at her with a combination of concern and worry. Even through the spinning image before her she could tell he was struggling with a decision of some kind. Of what she had no idea. All she knew for sure at the moment was that her head was pounding and she needed to close her eyes before she lost her cookies from the spinning. She groaned and closed her eyes scrunching up her face in pain.
She was laying there for what felt like an eternity before she felt a soft tug on her shirt. To afraid to open her eyes she blindly grabbed at the hands trying to wiggle free. She groaned in complaint and fought with the very little strength and effort she had left in her.
Posted by Gwen Fisher on Mar 21, 2012 23:20:10 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Dec 15, 2015 18:27:41 GMT -6
Gwen was only out for a matter of moments before she was stirred awake by a blanket being placed on her. Gwen had always been a rather light sleeper when it came to some things. You could yell in her ears for hours but if you jostled her at all she was awake in seconds. Thanks to living in the city she really could sleep through a bomb going off if she had to. Though she was now awake she was still fading in and out of a state in which she could understand what is going on around her as the fever was slowly taking hold. She barely heard the beep of the thermometer as it registered her obviously high temperature. Gwen began to shake and shiver as she felt the little bit of warmth she felt fade. The blanket and sheets of the gurney were quickly soaking with the coffee that covered her. She groaned as she tried her best to shift in the bed and sit up. She could feel a rush of dizziness and pain as she pushed herself up into a sitting position. Gwen wasn’t stupid she knew that in order to get warm again she was going to have to ditch the wet clothes. She moved slowly to undo her jacket not really registering that Jude was there. She fumbled with the buttons and zipper, her vision blurry and spinning. After some effort she got off her jacket and sweater tossing both aside. All that was left was her dry baby doll beetles tee shirt and her jeans. She stood to take them off and could only get them undone before the dizziness over took her and she fell backwards onto the gurney. She groaned and used all she had to push herself up enough to get the pants off before curling back up wearing only her tee shirt and underwear.
Posted by Gwen Fisher on Mar 5, 2012 16:04:04 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Dec 15, 2015 18:27:41 GMT -6
As if she knew want he was going to ask before he asked it, Gwen’s legs seemed to give out under the pressure of her own weight and she caught herself on the bench beside her. She used all her strength to push herself up once again and stood. She was wobbly at best and seemed to be leaning with the direction her vision was sending her. It was only a matter of time before she involuntarily made her way to the ground again. Gwen however was hell bent on not doing this. She hated being seen as weak and never ever liked being sick. When she was sick she either had to suck it up or go to a clinic where they would likely put her on record which meant her name was findable. And the one thing Gwen wanted least in this world was to be found.
Her vision was fuzzy as she felt something shoved in to her hands. Before she could even register what it was let alone how to hold it she was being lifted off the ground by the lanky Frenchman, who had obviously not thought this out very far. For as she was lifted into his arms so was the tray of hot coffee. If it had been any warmer outside Gwen would have surly given herself a fabulous burn, but thankfully it was rather cold and the coffee was only hot for a moment before cooling on her skin and leaving her now wet and even colder then she had been before. Under normal circumstances this was when Gwen would have started screaming at the top of her lungs about how this guy was a complete moron and she now had to go by some new close a few day early and what not, but instead she \ found herself involuntarily cuddling into Jude’s chest in order to keep herself even a little bit warmer as her whole body started shivering. Her arms were pulled up to her chest, the empty cups and tray forgotten on the ground. She was doing all she could to keep warm in the moment.
>>”Not too far now.”
Gwen found comfort in his words as they broke through the crowd that filled her mind. She could hear noise and feel the wind and cold subside as they seemed to enter a building of some kind. She still shivered, dripping wet. Her head hit the softness of a pillow and the long forgotten comfort of a bed before it curled up into a fetal position for warmth before drifting off again, the excitement having been too much.
Posted by Gwen Fisher on Mar 2, 2012 0:21:38 GMT -6
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Dec 15, 2015 18:27:41 GMT -6
For someone who lived on the streets Gwen was remarkably healthy. She may not have had the money to eat regularly but when she did she didn’t just eat cheap junk. She didn’t do drugs. She wasn’t a huge drinker. Really she tended to stay away from anything that could cause a homeless person to have a premature death other than simply being homeless. It was a rare occasion indeed when Gwen got anything but a very minor cold. So as one could tell by looking at her she was in the middle of one of those very rare occasions. Hot was cold. Cold was freezing. And the world was spinning round and round. Gwen would have liked to go to the free clinic but sadly it was all the way on the other side of town and it would take her a few days to get there at the rate she was able to go. Well if she wasn’t dead by then anyway. After only traveling for only a few hours for the third time yesterday she had found herself passing out inside of a bus shelter curled up under the bench on the cold ground. She was squished into a ball in an attempt to stay warm, but it was of little use and her teeth still chattered. If she hadn’t been so sick she probably wouldn’t have been able to sleep at all. Every day the amount of time she could travel through the city only half coherent was getting smaller and smaller as she found herself passing out from exhaustion after only walking for an hour or so. And you may not realize it but traveling through Manhattan without the use of the subway or public transit of some kind takes a really really long time. Factor into that being half dead and walking at a snail’s pace it could take days. Hence Gwen’s current situation. Passed out underneath a bunch in a bus shelter. Fun times.
Gwen groaned as she heard the sounds of someone approaching her and speaking at what seemed like a loud roar to her. In her current state she didn’t have much control over pushing the sound of the cities mutants to the back of her head and as of right now it was like taking the volume of New York City and dialing it up to 11. She could barely make out the actual words that what she only assumed was a mutant was saying. Lucy?! Who the hell is Lucy?! Gwen had completely forgotten the fake name she had given the attractive Frenchmen only weeks before. So, when he approached her she was more the confused. She slowly tried to push herself up only to find her head colliding with the underbelly of the bus bench. An act that only intensified the headache she already had. “OW!” She held onto the bump on her head for a moment before moving to release herself from under the bench. She groaned again as she forced her eyes to open and she looked up at the tall man standing in front of her. “Are there three of you or is that just me?” She could only keep her eyes open for a moment before needing to squish them shut to make the infernal spinning motion stop. Which it didn’t.
Posted by Gwen Fisher on Feb 26, 2012 22:19:29 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Dec 15, 2015 18:27:41 GMT -6
Gwen thought for a second, “Yup. Or some variation thereof. I like to mix it up.”
Gwen walked right up to the counter and smiled happily at the older looking obviously Greek gentleman standing on the other side. “Hello Mr. Kostopoulos. Table for 2 please.” She didn’t hesitate for a second to give the old man a kind and playful smile of familiarity. This man was one she actually trusted and gaining Gwen’s trust was never easy. He had picked her up when she was down and she would be forever grateful to him and his kindness.
“Gwendolyn.” The man had a thick Greek accent as he raised his arms moving out from behind the counter to hug her, which she accepted graciously, “How are you my dear? You are looking very thin. I will give you best table in the house for you and your boyfriend.” He started leading the way with a huge goofy smile full of happy wrinkles that showed he was no stranger to smiles.
He took them to a table near the window of the restaurant in a less busy section that Mr. Kastopoulos knew Gwen enjoyed to sit in. It wasn’t really the best seat in the house but it was surely where Gwen preferred to be. The old man smiled at Slate who had beaten him to pulling out the young ladies chair. “Very polite young man you have here.”
“Thanks. I stumbled on him out in the street and he said he was hungry so here we are.” Gwen joked as she swiftly sat down.
“Here are your menus. Order anything you want. On the house.” He placed two very large diner menus in front of the pair, “We need ot make sure that Gwendolyn eats after all.” With one final smile the man was gone leaving them alone to decide what they wanted and talk amongst themselves. Gwen was sure that Mr. Kastopoulos thought that this man may be on a date with her but she didn’t mind. She knew that the old man really just wanted what was best for her even if they were not actually related.
>>I was not precisely born rich. Is there a manner in which I should be acting?
Gwen raised an eyebrow at Slate. “Most rich kids are spoiled and entitled and often just come out here to make themselves look good instead of actually helping anyone. And it’s pronounced yeer-oh.” (roll the r)
Posted by Gwen Fisher on Feb 26, 2012 18:09:03 GMT -6
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Dec 15, 2015 18:27:41 GMT -6
“If that’s what it’s called. Never asked for its name.” Gwen shrugged not really worried about racking her brain to think if he had ever mentioned the name. Whether it was or not really didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. Yes I mug people. Sometimes you learn very quickly that you have to do what you have to do to survive…. And in all honesty I thought about it but decided against it. I don’t really need the money right now so I don’t see the point. I only really mug people when I have no other choice.
Gwen could smell the delightfulness of the restaurant as they neared. As the smell hit her nose she began to realize just how hungry she was. It had been at least a day since she had eaten but that wasn’t really something unusual for her. “Yes you confuse me. I have never met a rich boy that acted like you do. That and you keep saying things that don’t fit the way you look how old you are and the amount of money you have.” Gwen opened the door and gestured for Slate to go in before her, “And I call everyone by some kind of name. It is easier then remembering actual names.”
Posted by Gwen Fisher on Feb 23, 2012 21:18:45 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Dec 15, 2015 18:27:41 GMT -6
Gwen once again found herself genuinely laughing at the words said by this boy. It almost sounded foreign as it left her mouth but she couldn't' help but do it. The innocence of him was intoxicating, "It can be good if you are like me and don't' exactly have income. The owner's son is a mutant at that school uptown and in exchange for keeping tabs on him I get as much food as I can handle. Comes in handy when your pan handling gig isn't' doing so well and you're not really in the mood to mug anyone so you can buy food."
Gwen walked forward of Slate to lead the way making sure to listen closely so she could hear him behind her, "It isn't' exactly all Greek. It is a dinner that is owned by Greeks. Therefore it is called a Greek Diner. They do however have american fare and a lot of other stuff. Though their Gyros are really good and as far as I know Greek food involves a lot of meat. Lamb mostly."
Gwen stopped in her tracks as the subject changed in a hurry. She wasn't sure what had brought on the sudden curiosity about her living situation, but as to not be rude she would have to snub it out fast. She turned to face him with a smirk on her face, "You know the more you talk to more you confuse me you silly rich boy." And no I don't' have a home to go back to. And frankly I don't mind much. The home I did have wasn't anything to brag about.
Posted by Gwen Fisher on Feb 10, 2012 21:52:39 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Dec 15, 2015 18:27:41 GMT -6
“I understand that.” If she had known what she would become and what she would live like Gwen may not have left the way she did and ran away like she did. In a hurry and all alone. “I don’t think any kid really knows what they are getting into when they do the whole running away thing. That is why most of them go home. Well that and most of them have something to go home to.”
Gwen watched as they entered the next section of the city as they went south. She had always thought of the city in quadrants and each one was a different type of person. In the quadrant they were in now were a lot of good people. They all had honest jobs and they supported themselves and their families the best they could. Sure there were still those bad apples but it was better than the place they had left where so much of the run down and down trot lived. It was actually a relief to be away from where they had come from. This meant that Gwen was one step closer to getting Slate somewhere where he would be just a little bit safer.
Gwen laughed as she heard the rumble and the question that followed. “I would love to get some food. It is the least I can do after practically wounding your brain. Though if we go somewhere we should go to this little Greek Diner I know that is near here. They are not too expensive and they know me. Not to mention they have great food. How does that sound?”