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.
Why was that one word, was, suddenly a weight? The conversation abruptly had gotten heavy. Had he moved? Had he changed? She needed details, so she wouldn't make an ass of herself. But she didn't want to push.
Amelia let Serena answer however she saw fit. This was her room, after all, and her birthday. And her family. It wasn't Amelia's place to force her to talk about anything she really didn't want to.
Serena nodded. There was no point in beating around the bush, her family is dead, saying that they weren't or using innuendo's about it wasn't going to bring them back, as much as it hurt her to think about it.
"Yeah. He's dead. Like everyone else." She said in a neutral tone.
What Serena didn't realise, is that Amelia probably wouldn't get who 'everyone else' was, meaning the rest of her family.
To date, her mother had died in childbirth, her father had died working as a cop, and her brother had been murdered trying to protect her, just before her own mutation activated and she probably killed the murderer.
Yeah. She wasn't doing great on the whole keeping people close to her alive thing. Serena's hands tightened, gripping the legs of her jeans.
"Oh," Amelia trailed quietly. Everyone? "Your entire family?" She went on, frowning at the thought. "I'm really sorry, Serena. I didn't know. That's... that's really sad." What else was there to say?
Amelia's lips bunched together in the tiniest of pouts. "Some birthday this is turning out to be."
For some reason, she didn't instantly want to hug her about it. She supposed it was because hugs wouldn't solve anything. They were nice and all, but... they wouldn't bring anyone back.
She nodded slowly to Amelia's comment. "My mother died giving birth to me, my dad died working as a cop, I was never told the exact details, and my older brother died trying to protect me."
She had a brief flashback to the night of the death, blood spraying everywhere in a dimly lit alley, laughter, tears.
She felt something cold drip onto her hand. She looked down for a moment and saw something wet on her hand. Damn, she really could be doing without these tears. She had cried everything out by now, surely.
At least it wasn't much. "Well, what's in the past has happened, there isn't anything I can do about it, so I guess I should move on shouldn't I?" She forced a smile, but it was a little... dampened by the tears.
Christ. That was a boatload of death. Not just your average amount. That was like comic-book backstory grade levels. She felt for Serena. She felt hard. If she'd dealt with that herself, it would have been difficult. Amelia could only imagine how hard it was for someone as gentle as Serena.
For a moment, Amelia thought she caught a glint in Serena's eye, something, some sign of a memory, but it was gone the next moment, and Amelia could only guess at what Serena had remembered. It had caused her to cry. Whatever it was, it was sad. Probably her brother... he'd died trying to protect her. Serena spoke, and Amelia's head bobbed up and down in careful agreement.
Her hand fumbled in her pocket a moment, then came out with an unopened packet of tissues. Tearing it open, she pressed one gently into Serena's hand. She matched the girl's weak smile. "It's true. We can't change the past. The best we can do is honor our memories... and make new ones."
Serena's hand twitched as Amelia touched hers. It was nice, it wasn't the usual 'oh you poor thing' or the normal hug, it was genuine concern and thought about how she was attempting to help Serena with her mood.
Her weak smile widened slightly the tears slowed somewhat. "Yeah, It wouldn't be fair to just give up or mope on a life that was saved in place of another." She said softly, her voice less strained.
Serena wasn't a superstitious type, or religious or anything like that. But for one moment, just a second. She found herself hoping there was a heaven, some place her brother could find peace, and watch as she grew and moved past this massive weight that had been dropped on her shoulders.
She gently wiped her eyes. "Thanks Amelia, I needed to hear that." She smiled and looked at Amelia, directly this time, not staring down at bed sheets, or trying to hide tears.
She was getting it. Serena was actually getting it. Amelia's head bobbed up and down slightly as she agreed with the Brit. It wouldn't do to give up or cry forever about something. Family wouldn't ever want that. What they would want is not to be forgotten... for their loved ones to live on with their memory, and move on. Live a good life, and all that jazz. Which Serena totally was understanding, so Amelia didn't have to add on to the heavy dialogue with more exposition at all.
Serena thanked her.
Amelia smiled sunnily back. "Any time." She gave Serena's hand a little squeeze. Suddenly, because it was time for a rapid change of pace, Amelia interjected into the conversation a new topic. "Ice cream." She said solemnly.
Amelia was so nice. She gave good advice, had an awesome dress sense, was fun to be around, she was extremely strong willed from what Serena could tell of her. And she was also extremely pretty, or so Serena thought.
Amelia caused a large smile to burst out on Serena's face. Then when she squeezed Serena's hand she looked at Amelia, at her eyes, wonderful sparkling brown eyes so full of life...
Serena's gaze just lingered a moment too long. Longer than she would normally stare at an interesting or attractive feature on a friend. What was wrong with her?
As Amelia instantly changed the topic, Serena blushed slightly quickly averting her gaze. "Yeah... Ice cream." She decided the best way to clear this up before her weirdness became too apparent she turned back and gave a wide grin.
That's it cover it up with more positive emotions.
In the Dresden Files book series, prolonged eye contact with a magical practitioner led to soul gazing. During a soul gaze, you stare into someone's eyes and see the true them. You look into their very being, see who they are, what they are, and what makes them. What you see in a soulgaze is generally the truth, though it isn't always going to tell you if they're telling the truth. It's very revealing. And once you do it, you can never forget what you saw. Worse still, it goes both ways. You soulgaze, and you open up a door. You look into them. They look into you. It can last less than a second, but the resulting sights last a lifetime. It isn't the sort of thing you go around doing, and even non-magical folk get something with a similar effect. Try it sometime. Stare into someone's eyes. There comes a point where it becomes too much, and someone breaks eye contact first. Even without magic involved, there's risk involved in the act. Now, this wasn't the Dresden Files universe, and it wasn't even written by Jim Butcher, but the effect? Kind of similar... Amelia broke the gaze first, a faint touch of red coloring her cheeks, and suggested ice cream.
Yes. Ice cream. That might cool her cheeks down. Though why she suddenly felt like the room was too hot, she sure as hell couldn't tell.
"The mansion kitchen should have some. And in my humble experience, eating ice cream helps." Helps with what, exactly? Well. Everything! Though in this case, 'intense emotions' was as good a thing to help with as anything. Smiling, she rose from the bed, pocketing the rest of her packet of tissues. "What's your favorite kind of ice cream?" She made small talk as she took a step towards the door.
Serena smiled warmly and then nodded. Was it just Serena's imagination, or did Amelia have a similair tone to her cheeks to Serena?... No, it had to be her imagination, no way they could both be having such a weird reaction. Serena was just strange, and imagining things.
She unfolded her legs and slid of the edge of the bed sleekly. "Hmmm, Strawberry or Mint I believe." her tone was gentle and warm, far more stable than she had been a few minutes prior.
She moved towards the door, before stopping and doubling back, grabbing her deep purple zip up hoodie from the back of the chair stationed at her desk and then slipping her arms inside of it.
She didn't zip it up, it was just in case the hallways were colder than her room, and also because she didn't like the way that some people occasionally stared at her when they could see more of her skin. She did get that sometimes, she had an unusually pale skin tone.
As she reached the door she turned to Amelia and smiled once more. "Thanks for remembering my birthday and coming to hang out, really it means a lot."
>>"Hmmm, Strawberry or Mint I believe." Serena said.
Amelia glanced back from the doorway as the girl went back to retrieve her hoodie. "I like berry. Or strawberry. Or chocolate," she grinned. Too many good choices. She didn't even have room to say anything about the classic, Vanilla. So often, people neglected to talk about the most popular flavor. The kind of additions to pie.
Serena's comment cut through her musings, and she returned the smile. "I'm glad you're enjoying it," she replied. And she was pleased. That showed through in her tone.
Turning, she led the way to the kitchen... and ice cream!