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 Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
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 Jameson Harris on Dec 16, 2012 19:39:37 GMT -6
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"I was just saying that I live on the nice side of Central Park." Why he'd felt the need to specify that he lived on the nice side, Jameson wasn't sure. Nobody had ever called him arrogant, but damn it, his parents hard worked hard for what they had and he wasn't ashamed to show a little pride in what they'd accomplished every now and then.
Mental harangue finished, he looked over past Ami and out the window.
"In fact, this next stop is close enough. It's a better walk than the one after it."
>>"I was just saying that I live on the nice side of Central Park."
"Ah," Amelia replied. So, like her brother.
>>"In fact, this next stop is close enough. It's a better walk than the one after it."
"Guess I can get out too, then. Walking might be a better way to blow off steam than sitting and raging ineffectually. My brother lives near Central Park. By West 72nd street, near the Roman Catholic church."
Posted by Jameson Harris on Dec 16, 2012 20:40:18 GMT -6
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"You're a long way from home." Jameson commented, wondering if Ami actually lived with her brother or if she was simply using his place as a point of reference.
"My parents and I live on 57th Street." he added. "At the Sheffield. It's got a great view." he commented.
They were approaching the stop he'd mentioned before. "Excuse me..." he said, reaching across Amelia to pull the cord that would signal to the driver to stop.
"You have your cell phone?" He asked as the bus started to slow.
>>"My parents and I live on 57th Street." Jameson said. "At the Sheffield. It's got a great view."
"Wow," was all Amelia could say. When he'd said 'Nice Side of Central Park', he hadn't been kidding. It made her look at him a new way. He'd always dressed nice, but she'd had no idea he came from money. Some day, he'd make some Gold Digger really happy. Although since he was a nice guy, she sort of hoped he'd find someone better than that. It wasn't like he was Macaulay Culkin in Richie Rich. That kid had a really punchable face.
Jameson reached past her and got the cord.
>>"You have your cellphone?" Jameson asked.
"Mhm," Amelia said, patting a jean pocket. "I can always call my brother for a ride later. Kind of want to see your Rich Boy digs."
Posted by Jameson Harris on Dec 16, 2012 20:54:09 GMT -6
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Rich boy digs?
Jameson shook his head and chuckled. It was what it was. When people found out his family had money they handled it one of two ways. At least Amelia was honest about her curiosity. "I usually reserve the tours for VIP's." he said, "Considering the fact that you have to be fully vetted by the FBI to get into the building."
Hopefully the grin on his face had made it obvious he was joking, but even if it hadn't, pulling Amelia's chain for a while would be fun. Maybe the doorman would even play along..
"I guess I could pull some strings though and see what I can do."
Posted by Jameson Harris on Dec 16, 2012 21:41:20 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Damn. She'd totally one-upped him, hadn't she? It was with something that made his eyebrow climb up his forehead too.
"An FBI Agent, huh? I want to hear that story." How was it that so many people in New York lived more interesting lives than he did? Maybe he needed to hang out with people like Amelia more.
The bus slowed and the stop was called, "After we get outside." he said, shouldering his backpack and leaving the bus one companion richer than he'd been when he entered.
"You don't really need to be vetted or anything, by the way." he added hastily over his shoulder, "It was just a joke."
The two of them got off the bus. Unlike him, she didn't have any baggage. At least, of the physical sort. All she had were her wits and her cellphone. As they walked, she flicked it open, sending off a quick text message to her brother Aurum, letting him know where she was, and the situation. Alive. Nearby. Etc. She flicked the phone shut as they stepped onto sidewalk, away from street. She slid the phone back into her pocket, away into safety.
"I figured," Amelia smirked at Jameson, when he told her he'd been joking. It had kind of been obvious. While some locations did require extensive vetting before guests were allowed, it wasn't like he lived in the White House. And he didn't own any mountains with his likeness carved in them, either. He was just a fairly normal guy.
As they walked, something moved out of sight, following them in the shadows of buildings, by wall. Green eyes glistened dangerously, and watched.
Posted by Jameson Harris on Dec 16, 2012 23:03:08 GMT -6
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As they walked, Jameson followed Amelia's example and shot a text off. His was to his parents, letting them know that he was bringing a friend home with him for a while. They never minded, in fact, they loved meeting his friends and were generally pretty cool about things. They stayed out of his business too. It was a relief when he heard about the way some other parents were.
Text message sent, Jameson slipped his phone back into his jeans pocket and looped his thumbs through the straps of his backpack as they walked. They could see the park from here and the outline of the trees against the night sky was nice.
"So, how did you end up getting involved with guns and the FBI? The most excitement I've had lately was that fist fight between two sophomores a week ago."
...and he'd only heard about that through word of mouth.
"Eh, not really that exciting," Amelia said. "She was my baby sitter, and sort of a mentor. If you want excitement, you'll have to ask about different stories..." Like how she'd almost been an X-man, for instance, or how she'd dealt with zombies on Halloween, or that sewer king guy. And a few of those stories would be tinged with memories. She hesitantly hoped he wouldn't ask. But nothing in her demeanor gave him reason to think he shouldn't ask.
They were getting further from Central Park. No matter where they went, though, there would likely be crowds. New York was like that. Unless they went down a shady alley, the lizard would be out of luck. This is why he decided that as soon as he got the chance, he would make his own luck.
Posted by Jameson Harris on Jan 21, 2013 19:26:42 GMT -6
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A FBI Agent babysitter. Man, Jameson decided, he'd really been missing out on the finer aspects of life. He didn't mention that he'd had an au pair until he'd been fifteen. That was need-to-know information, and he and Ami just weren't there yet.
The way she'd ended that sentence almost suggested that she wanted him to ask more, but Jameson didn't. Not yet. It was a bit of a walk to his building still, and there'd hopefully be time to talk once they got there. It was chilly now, and he wanted to focus on getting home. They were a block too far over, and there were plenty of cut throughs they could take. Normally, alone, he wouldn't have chanced it, but he was with someone, and the streets were relatively busy.
"You can tell me later. For now, let's cut through here, my building is a street over."
Dark alley, not many people (all things considered). New York. "Son," Amelia said. "Now you're just trying to get yourself ki--" The pouncing lizard man cut her off. Suddenly, things were moving fast.
Into Jameson, the lizard mutant went, in a full tackle, one arm underneath the rich boy's chest. He moved as he scooped. This was a kidnapping, not a murder (so long as nobody got in the way, very few would get hurt).
For a moment, all Amelia could do was blink to react. The guy was running down the alley, with Jameson in his arms. The moment passed. Jaw drop time was over, now. Amelia stalked forward, rolling up her sleeves. "Aw, hell nah. YOU BRING THAT BACK!" She was talking here. Some people could be so rude.
Posted by Jameson Harris on Jan 22, 2013 20:13:38 GMT -6
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Nov 24, 2013 19:42:00 GMT -6
They turned down the alleyway, Ami started to say something that surely would have been clever, and suddenly a huge, scaly arm was wrapping itself around Jameson's chest and under his arms.
"What th-" he said, and was jerked completely off his feet...at which point everything blurred and suddenly the teen was watching himself be carted down the deserted alleyway.
Perfect. He'd been startled enough to phase out.
"You've got to be kidding me! Not now! he shouted as he watched his body go completely rag-doll limp. Too bad nobody could hear him...or see him...or anything.
The lizard guy was strong, but Jameson was pretty sturdy himself. That didn't do him any good in his current form, but at least he had one shred of hope to hold on to... That much dead weight in a body was awkward to carry...even if you were a lizard guy.
The clock was ticking though, and the guy was getting further away. Forward the spirit kid moved, trying to stay within 50 feet. Ami was shouting orders, hopefully the lizard-guy would listen...that or hopefully she'd picked up a thing or two from her FBI agent baby-sitter.
A somewhat visible fist flew by lizardman at waist level. He caught sight of a disturbance in the air as it swept by, but nothing more. It didn't hit him. Certainly didn't disturb the flopping form of the boy in his arms. At least, not more than it already was being disturbed with every loping leap and breakneck burst of speed he put on. Leaping lizards. One didn't see that every day.
The girl behind him drew back her fist again as the unseen attack vanished into true nothingness. So far, he had not given her the time of day. This sucked. he was simply moving too fast. She tried again. She couldn't see it, but this one clipped Jameson in the head. Good thing for him, her semi-visible psychic hand-shaped constructs could not interact with anything but clothing. The hand vanished as she continued her sprint, breathing heavier now. Amelia cursed. She really wished he'd slow down... it was really hard hitting a moving target when she couldn't even imagine something that could slow him down.
Moving things she could see, that was easy. Using her power, she could imagine the hand in a glove or the grip around a sock. She could feel it, touch it, move it. But it was vastly harder, when something moved... and objects beyond the simple shape of a hand were hard to imagine, while working with all of that. So abstract. She didn't know how Shin managed.
This sucked. Couldn't hit him. Jameson would pay for it. He was running too fast. She couldn't catch up. And all of this was on the day that her boyfriend dumped her. SCREW! THIS!
Amelia thrust her arms forward. She saw red. Oh, she was mad. And it showed. Visibly. As the horseshoe-shaped psychic projection crashed into the lizard's clothed ass like a tidal wave... well, really, visually it was more like a horseshoe on a metal stake that sucked royally at staying upright when it got hit.
Lizard-man tumbled, forward-progress momentarily helped, rather than impeded, while his fleshy cargo tumbled in the opposite direction, and down. He'd dropped Jameson. In a normal situation, a curse like 'frick' would be optimal. But Amelia was too busy wondering what the frell had just happened to utter any fake swear words. She just stood stock still, stunned, staring at lizard-man's denim-clad ass. She certainly wasn't staring at the red thing, whatever that was. That had vanished the second Jameson's left temple met street.
A pained groan escaped him as Lizard-man's face mushed into comfortable, oh-so-wonderful, concrete. Like a cloud with baby angels, all of them hurting and screaming... The stray thought skipped through his head. Someone will pay for this... The addled brain added, as it slowly recovered from its flight.
Posted by Jameson Harris on Jan 22, 2013 23:07:50 GMT -6
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Oh holy hello...it turned out that Ami was a mutant. Either that, or the FBI babysitter had really had some skills to pass on. That thing...with the horseshoe thing...that was impressive. It had taken out the lizard guy just when it had seemed like it was too late. The guy had been fast...and he'd gone down hard...all in the span of just a little less than a minute.
A minute...
A see through Jameson had just enough time to groan, and then....
The world blurred again, and Jameson opened his eyes to a blur of pain and adrenaline. He pushed himself up slowly, gingerly touching his head where it had made contact with the ground. As he touched, he hissed slightly, that was going to leave a mark.
Up he got, they were still in the alley, and there was still a huge lizard guy unconscious on the street.
"Cool trick." He said, keeping his own cool tricks to himself for the moment. "You'll have to tell me that story when we get back to my place...after we call the cops."