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.
Sarah slumped in relief. She had another person willing to work with her. She could do this. It would happen. A big smile broke out on her face. "Yeah just some sketches and the like. My apartment doubles as my studio so, you can just come here." She rattled off her address, with instructions on how to get to the apartment from the street, since it was above the gallery.
"How long do you think it'll take you to get here?" It wouldn't take too long for her to set up her things. The dining room area was basically her artist's studio. The windows let in a great amount of natural light. But she should probably get some snacks or something for Juliette. This could take awhile and it was already near lunch time.
Sarah took a deep breath before talking into the receiver. "Hey, Juliette, it's Sarah. For the coffee shop? I was wondering if you could do me a favor. I would owe you big for it." Best to get to the point. Sarah didn't want the other woman to think she didn't plan to pay back Juliette for her time. "I know it's a little out there, but would you agree to model for me? Nothing risque. I just-" She blew out some air. This was hard. "I've had this idea for a project and with everything that happened at Odessa, I thought it would be a good idea."
>>"...then do nothing. Go on about their lives, drinking expensive coffee and being all talk."
Sarah laughed a little at the coffee comment. Yes people did do that. She hoped she didn't end up being one of those that said something then did nothing.
>>"People do need to be more aware of the issues. They need to see all sides of the argument, human, mutant, and other. No reason for all the hate."
She smiled a little wryly at that. "Unfortunately people don't seem to like to learn new things. I'm hoping I can get enough people to model for this project. That's the only way I can think of for me not actually doing it," she admitted. "I'd like to do a large show, but if I can only do a few pieces, that's fine too."
She paused in her sketch to talk about this next part. "I knew the girl that was beaten. The one that started the riots. I had met her before." Gina. Such a sweet girl. She didn't deserve all of that. No one did. "I didn't have the best first reaction to meeting her. I regret my actions every moment since. I'm hoping we don't have to do anything as drastic to change things though. Everyone deserves to live their life without fear."
Sarah paced across her apartment floor, her cell phone clutched in her hand. She was nervous. She had just sent out a Wanted Ad to several websites and newspapers to begin her new project. She already had one sketch done and a rough draft of a painting drawn out. But she was worried about starting. If she didn't get more people to agree to model for her, the project would flop. She didn't want to pull from her imagination either. That wasn't the point of the project. She needed real people.
However her phone was a little lacking in local mutants. At least to her knowledge. She wanted to call Juliette, the woman she had met and had coffee with one rainy day. Sarah could admit to having an itch to draw the woman since Juliette had held a ball of light in her hand. She had held off then due to not wanting to ruin the friendly chat they had going. With Odessa on the news though...
Getting her nerve together, she scrolled through her contacts for Juliette's number. Then she clicked call. "Briiing~ Briiing~"
So since this seems to be getting bigger and bigger, the general belief is going to be that Sarah sent out an ad for models, something like this:
Models Wanted All Welcome Pay: $100 an hour Call ###-###-#### Sarah Jackson
The belief would be that any one who wants to do this would already have called, given their name, and set up a time with Sarah for her to sketch them.
Sarah looked at the blonde for a moment. There was always a possibility that she was being played. Innocent appearances could be deceiving. She knew that.
>>"So will you do it?"
The excitement of the little girl was catching. "Alright. I will. Now, what do you know about this person's face?" she asked.
People didn't seem to know how much went into process of recreating a face you'd never seen. There was face shape, eye shape, nose width, forehead height, lip thickness for both upper and lower, cheekbones, hair line, facial hair including eyebrows, ear shape, piercings. So many things. Hopefully this little girl knew enough about this criminal that Sarah could get a good sketch.
>>"That's actually really cool. I inspired you? Really?"
Sarah nodded with a smile. Poor guy. Probably didn't hear things like this often. People could be cruel.
>>"Yeah, you can use me. If it helps you with your inspiration for your project."
"Thanks so much! Finding people willing for this idea is probably going to be hard. The political climate might make this a hard project to do." Sarah winced. It wasn't something she liked to talk about, the political issues surrounding human/mutant relations. But it probably would be hard to find willing people to model.
"People seem to see danger when they see something they don't know. I'm hoping I can relieve some of that fear. Just a small thing can make a lot of difference. Showing that we're all people is something I've always been passionate about too." She was rambling, she knew. But talking to her model was kind of part of her process. She liked them to know where her mind was while she worked. Though sometimes her thoughts didn't seem to be connected. She should probably warn him. "Sorry if I'm rambling. I do that when I work, just say what's on my mind that is."
She was keeping rhythm easily. Even rusty, she was faster than the two girls in the range with her. As she waited, Sarah looked around the range. There was a man looking in on them. He didn't look like he was here for the archery range. Which wasn't all the surprising. Just that he looked in on the archery range instead of going straight to the gun portion. From her experience, most people liked to ignore the archery area if they could. It probably helped that the archery area was towards the back of the building.
The semi-steady sound of the two girls practicing stopped. Looking back, Sarah found them going for their arrows. She did the same. No reason to keep them waiting on her. Not when they had a nice camaraderie going. She walked passed the line with her dozen arrows, going on to the door. She opened the door and turned towards the outlier.
"Don't get many 'Rambo's down here," she smiled. "What brings you to this end of the range?"
>>"I hope you don't take this Titanic quote the wrong way here, but, draw me like one of your French girls?"
Sarah laughed a little. Most professional models didn't quote things at her. But it was nice that Elliott was calm enough to joke. "I don't think the parents would appreciate that. So rain check?" she teased right back.
She was a girl. She knew the movie. She also knew that nude modeling was best done indoors. Flipping to a new page in her sketchpad, she started a rough outline of Elliott's face. "Sorry if my question was a little sudden, you just gave me some inspiration for my next project. If you're okay with me using any sketches of you, that is."
Sarah wasn't afraid to admit that her artist brain sometimes went ahead before she had permission for something. The idea buzzing in her head would end up as a great success or have some very bad people after her. But it was something she was passionate about. If she could find a few old numbers she might do some paintings of some old friends.
So while threading with my dear artist here, Sarah decided she wanted to do an art show with mutants as the focal point. Mainly Sarah would meet a bunch of people and sketch them and then paint them and show off all the awesomeness of their mutations. Any takers?
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>>"I probably couldn't have done half the things they're doing now. Did that one just do a cartwheel? Or was that a backflip."
Sarah laughed. That was a good description of kids. "Could've been a round off. They're half a cartwheel anyways," she chuckled. She could remember the tumbling she and her female cousins did when they were little. Cartwheels, round offs, somersaults, hand-springs. The list went on. "It's nice to see kids being active and not indoors online, though."
She looked back up to see him push back his hood. Her artists eyes took in the smooth planes and different texture of the man's skin. There weren't a whole lot of mutants who got close to artists. Most mutants the brunette had met didn't like being drawn. Not when their mutation was so visible.
>>"Elliott. You?"
"Sarah," she smiled. "And, not trying to be rude here, but do you think i could sketch you? Just a little one." Asking never hurt anyone. Though she wasn't exactly expecting a 'yes' from Elliott.
Sarah jumped a little at the sudden voice, only her hand stayed still. Glancing over her shoulder, she spotted the hooded figure. "Thanks," she responded. She took a moment to finish the sketch before turning back to the person, male from the voice most likely.
"Kids are probably the best models nowadays. Though you got to be quick if they're playing," she smiled, pointing towards the girls that were now racing to the slide. "They never stay still for long."
It wasn't really something she needed to do, but Sarah had decided to take the day and go back to her artist's roots. New York's Parks and Playgrounds. She couldn't begin to count the number of hours she spent sketching random people while enjoying the sunshine.
Her most recent inspiration came in the form of some neighborhood kids playing baseball. With them in mind, the brunette moved towards the playground area of the park. Children were always active and happy. It would probably be a good idea to keep her subject material light and happy. It would probably help her mood.
Armed with her sketchpad and several artist's pencils, Sarah got to work. She picked a bench with a good view where the path moved behind her. Experience had taught her that some parents would try to figure her out by walking behind her and looking over her shoulder. Sometimes there were parents who worried about the stranger watching the children. Most of the time they settled after realizing she was one of New York's artists.
She currently had her eyes on a couple of girls on the monkey bars. The way their knees moved and the way they held themselves up. It was a perfect opportunity. One of the girls hung upside-down with her long black hair hanging below her, shorts bunched up around her thighs.
Yes. This was a lot better than keeping her focus on older figures. The joy of the children easily caused a smile on Sarah's face.