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.
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The deal had been made a while ago. In another time, another situation, if you will, since back when they went to the ill-fated convention, Becca and Mirror had still been FWB. And now, they were legit. But the mirrorwalker was not going to let that small insignificant detail deter him from what had been a deal made fair and square. Becca owed him, and he was intent on collecting the debt.
It was early morning when Gawain snuck into Becca's room through the mirror, dragging a bag of things that he dropped on the floor. His own outfit carried a hint of his plans; Gawain was wearing the basics of what usually functioned as his musketeer outfit, the loose white shirt and the pant with the knee-high boots. One person to dress was enough for one morning. He walked over to the sleeping redhead's bed to unceremoniously poke her. She was darn cute when she was asleep, as he often had a chance to observe, but she also developed something of a habit of poking Mirror awake just after shifting, due to her immense fascination with the change, so Gawain only felt a little bad about returning the favor this time. Besides, if they wanted to go, they had to get an early start.
One could not exactly fly a vigilante jet into a medieval town, after all.
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After a long year of surviving the single life of trying to keep things casual and avoid “catching feelings,” Rebecca was finally in an honest-to-goodness relationship again. The casual dating scene was good for some people, but she was just glad her stint was finally over. After almost two decades of being clueless when it came to love and what she wanted, Becca now had five years of experience with dating. Her final conclusion: she worked best in a committed relationship.
She was not dependent or unable to function without another person, but there was something extra she got from being with someone she cared about. Wakeup texts started her day on the right foot. Impromptu lunch dates helped the day move by easier. Curling up on the couch watching TV relaxed her. And new to her current relationship, she liked sleeping next to Mirror and occasionally sneaking a midnight peek at their transformation. Admittedly, she had to work on keeping her fingers to herself after the shift, but it was nice “greeting” her boyfriend or girlfriend after a day away.
There were so many things to like about being someone’s girlfriend again, but she was not going to be a slouch; Rebecca could put in the work. She was not the perfect girlfriend in the past, but she wanted to try harder now. That meant being considerate and it meant going out of her way to make Mirror happy. They may have had a “deal,” but Becca was going to gladly go with Gawain to his reenactment event because she knew it would make him happy. It was also a great opportunity to watch him geek out, and nothing was more adorable than Gawain geeking out.
Rebecca was ready to share a great experience with her boyfriend! Or… she would be… at a reasonable time of the morning.
Sadly, that was not when a prodding at her side forced her to stir. A few proddings. Many proddings. An unceremonious amount of proddings. Becca rolled over, groaning. ”Bloody hell, Gawain, dornt yer fowk know when th’ mornin’ starts?”
Eyes still closed, Rebecca fought to prop herself up with her elbows so she was no longer laying down. Her eyes finally fluttered open sluggishly, resisting her attempts at consciousness. ”Ah know yer excited, bit is th’ early mornin’ wakeup call, necessary, hun?” She grumbled and moaned, but she was already starting to force herself awake. If Gawain wanted an early start to the day, he would have it; this was a day for him, and she was ready to make the most of it.
It was surprisingly difficult to prod Becca awake. Vigilantes were often portrayed as light sleepers, but really, the girl slept like a log. Sure, she was also more than used to someone sneaking into her room through the mirror, but was that really an excuse? Gawain sat on the edge of the bed and kept up the poking until the redhead stirred.
>>”Bloody hell, Gawain, dornt yer fowk know when th’ mornin’ starts? Ah know yer excited, bit is th’ early mornin’ wakeup call, necessary, hun?”
"You are clearly" Gawain noted, peeling the blanket off his girlfriend as she blinked herself awake "underestimating" the blanket came off, so he got to work on the pajamas "how much work goes into getting to a reenactment event." he finished with a grin. Becca had the mother of all be heads, but the day ahead was shiny and exciting.
"And we can't really fly the jet out there. I like to keep my costumed activities separate."
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Gawain was such. A. Dork.
And the sheepish Rebecca grinned, because he was her dork.
Rebecca was not a natural morning person. She was a teacher who struggled on school days to get out of bed. Gawain knew her well enough how easily she could drift back to sleep if she had a chance to lay back down, so he enthusiastically got to work. She let her eyes close for a second and hey, her blanket was gone. The bedroom was cool, and then oh! Her nightshirt peeled away from her body and over her head.
Laughter helped wake her up. The topless Scot shook her head and leaned over, wrapping her arms around Gawain. ”Okay, ye win, ye win. Ah’m up.” She kissed the man’s cheek and pulled away, looking him in the eyes. ”Morning,” she finally greeted.
Somehow rolling out of bed, Rebecca stretched her arms over her head and yawned. Gawain clearly had a plan, and she did not want to interrupt his agenda. ”Sae hoo are we gang tae gie there incognito?” She motioned toward her closet before turning back and taking a better look at her musketeer boyfriend and his bag, remembering the plan as the fog of sleep receded. ”Any chance ye came wi’ somethin’ pretty fer me? Most ay mah costumes are comic an’ sci fi fare.” Though who knows? If Gawain succeeded in helping her see the light, she could get behind adding more period piece fashion to her wardrobe.
The peeling off of the shirt seemed to finally do the trick. Becca sat up and began acting like an awake person.
>> ”Okay, ye win, ye win. Ah’m up. Morning,”
"Morning" Gawain grinned as he was kissed on the cheek, and watched his girlfriend roll out of bed. He spared an appreciative glance as she stretched. She was definitely a top notch girlfriend.
>>”Sae hoo are we gang tae gie there incognito?”
"Well, mostly through mirrors" he admitted "Outside the city we can catch a bus, they are running regular buses to the event. We won't look out of place there..."
It was a big enough event to have its regular bus service, and Gawain was intent on taking advantage of that. It was part of the experience.
>>”Any chance ye came wi’ somethin’ pretty fer me? Most ay mah costumes are comic an’ sci fi fare.”
"I did" the mirrorwalker pointed a the bag he'd carried in "Manage to scare up some early 17th century garb... that's what mine is. It really depends on how you feel about corsets, and we don't necessarily have to match, if you are in the mood for something else." he hopped off the bed to open the bag "Got some basic T-tunics... I think I got 16th century renaissance in here somewhere... generic bodices... whatever you feel like. Some of it's mine, but we can roll them up if they are too long."
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Rebecca caught the way Gawain admired her in the corner of her eye. She may have been conscious of that when she did that early morning stretching. She could not help it; the way he looked at her made her feel beautiful. Why not embrace that?
She anticipated their journey would involve a trip through the mirror world. Trips through that space were not uncommon over the past year, so she had the chance to get more comfortable with the surreal experience. It was like dating someone who rode a motorcycle for the first time; it took time to adjust and get used to it, but once you did, it was fun to tag along.
The contents of the bag were open to her, so she looked at the elegant offerings. Rebecca did not have Gina’s innate understanding of the fashion world, but she did have an eye for costumes. Gawain gave her a tantalizing selection.
’Oh, Ah feel jist fine wi’ corsets,” she admitted, picking up two dresses to compare them. ”As lang as me in a corset isnae gonna distract ye aw day.” Rebecca was not arrogant, but she did like to tease, and she was confident enough to know she could rock a corset.
Setting one dress down, Rebecca inspected a light green dress closely, looking at the bodice lacing up the front. The sleeves were long, but light and airy; she would not die wearing this all day. Green was one of her favorite colors, and taking a look at her debonair partner, it would pair well with his garb. ”Okay, Ah think Ah’ve found mah dress. What dae ye think? Daes it fit th’ time period, ur whatever? Ah dinnae want tae look loch a poser it there beside ye.”
She shimmied out of her pajama bottoms, preparing for the arduous process of getting into such a fancy dress. ”Ye know, Ah coods probably use a hand ur two getting’ this thing on if ye really want tae rush it ay here.”
>>’Oh, Ah feel jist fine wi’ corsets. As lang as me in a corset isnae gonna distract ye aw day.”
Becca knew Gawain was watching her, and neither of them had a problem with that. Picking the outfit, however, was exciting enough to distract from the fact that she was very much underdressed. Gawain smirked at her comment about corsets. He was overly fond of wearing them (on Maya days), but they did look cool on women like Becca.
"What's wrong with being distracted?"
Not like had actual, high quality 19th century stuff. Those were practivally armor, anyway.
Becca dug around in the bag, trying to see if anything caught her fancy, then resurfaced with a green dress. It was not Maya's, Gawain had snapped it up at one of the garb sales, but it did look like it would suit her.
>>”Okay, Ah think Ah’ve found mah dress. What dae ye think? Daes it fit th’ time period, ur whatever? Ah dinnae want tae look loch a poser it there beside ye.”
"Yeah, it fits. About the same time period, give or take a decade" he grinned, getting up to help her pick out the other pieces that went with the dress - slip, underskirt, the works.
>>”Ye know, Ah coods probably use a hand ur two getting’ this thing on if ye really want tae rush it ay here.”
"Alright. Here's the drill: Tights and shoes first. You really don't wanna mess with those once the corset it on." Gawain chuckled, laying the pieces out on the bed "Blouse next, and then I can help lace you up."
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Shock of all shocks, Gawain did not mind the idea of catching glances of Becca in a corset all day. She could hardly blame him. If the event was one day later or earlier, she would have made a strong pro-corset argument to Maya.
Eventually, she settled on her dress. Becca was happy with her selection, but that was the easy part. Gawain helped her select accompanying pieces from the pile of period garb. Evidently, 16th century dresses were basically fashion puzzles with many pieces to put on in a careful order.
”Next time, Ah micht jist follow yer lead an’ play a dashing rogue,” she joked. In truth, at least this once, she was excited to see herself as fanciful lady of a lost age. She would be more excited once she was done with the process, obviously.
She followed Gawain’s directions, pulling on her tights and shoes. Shoes felt like an odd choice so early in the process, but when she thought about reaching her toes in the dress she picked, she thought better of it.
Step by step, she got her blouse on, dressing until it was time to lace her up. ”Coods ye offer a lady some aid, Sir Gawain?” She smirked, inviting Gawain to move closer. They were probably in a rush, but she was content with taking time to appreciate little moments. The X-Men knew they were not available for patrol and only possibly available for a “hole in the sky to another universe” level disaster. All that left was a weekend of camping out, renaissance festivities, and of course, an sweet, dorky, wonderful boyfriend to share it all with.
Becca looked a bit puzzled about the outfit, but Gawain managed to lay it out in a way that made sense for putting it on. It was an easier garb than most, only came with an undershirt and one skirt; the most complicated part was the corset, but in the end, it was bound to look great on Becca in its simplicity.
>>”Next time, Ah micht jist follow yer lead an’ play a dashing rogue,”
"You are certainly allowed to." Gawain smirked, watching her put on the pieces, until she got to the last part.
>>”Coods ye offer a lady some aid, Sir Gawain?”
Gawain smirked and got up, tugging the corset into place before he began working on lacing it up.
"Don't hold your breath, unless you want to for the whole day" he chuckled, making sure the laces were not too tight in the end. Becca had a great figure for this outfit, there was no need to unnecessarily make it uncomfortable. This was the current middle ages, after all.
Once Becca was dressed, Gawain put on the rest of his musketeer outfit, then shouldered the bag that held the rest of the supplies and equipment for the day. Putting his hat on, he held a hand out to Becca.
"Let's go back in time, shall we?"
***
The mirror journey took them out of the city, until the stops in reflecting surfaces began showing up farther and farther away from each other. Eventually, they arrived to a large parking lot, already half filled with cars early in the day, and buses lining up on one end. People in all kinds of colorful medieval outfits were busy unpacking from their cars and hauling things onto the buses. Gawain and Becca stepped out of a nearby car window, and he grinned at her as they walked to join the line.
"There isn't enough parking at the event, so they send buses" he explained, waving as some people waved at them "There will be royalty attending, that always brings in a bunch of people..."
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Rebecca owed Gawain for his experience with reenactment fashion. Once the many layers were complete, she was quite pleased with herself in the mirror. It did not take long to appreciate Gawain’s suggestion not to suck her breath in. Even without it, the bodice was snug against her body. An extra half-inch of vanity and she would have spent the whole day unable to breathe.
The trip through the mirror world was one Becca was familiar with, but it never stopped being surreal, if only in its convenience. Getting to and fro without traffic, pedestrians, or public transit in New York was an honest to goodness blessing.
They reemerged into the world and were greeted by a packed parking lot and many buses. Gawain was not kidding; these events were no joke. ”Wow, ye can feel the energy it here!” Not to mention so much metal nearby.
Along with the impressive dress of the crowds, Gawain pointed something out that caught her fancy. ”Ah’m gonna hae th’ chance t’ meet nobles? My pa woods be sae prood.” All teasing aside, it was impressive how this small subculture had formed a somewhat faithful recreation of old social structures in such a fun way. As a fan of literature and comics, Rebecca saw it as a noble version of escapism and engagement.
”Oh!” Speaking of escapism, the question hit her. ”Ur ye still Gawain here? Or dae ye hae a persona an’ backstory Ah shoods know as yer consort?”
>>”Ah’m gonna hae th’ chance t’ meet nobles? My pa woods be sae prood.”
"Oh, we have lots of them" Gawain smirked, glancing around. Many people held titles, one way or another, although the highest peerage probably got parking closer to the site, because he could not see any of them around yet. Then again, unless you knew them by face, it was near impossible to tell them apart until the coronets went on...
>>”Oh! Ur ye still Gawain here? Or dae ye hae a persona an’ backstory Ah shoods know as yer consort?”
"Consort, huh" Gawain arched an eyebrow at Becca as they filed onto the bus, and wrapped an arm around her when they found seats. "I do have a persona... I mean, I kinda could use the one I'm named after, but that would be way easy. So, in general... early 17th century French soldier. Think Three Musketeers. That's kind of the idea anyway."
The bus started moving, and it wobbled down the road into the woods, following signs that pointed towards an extensive camp site.
"There should be a full program... tournaments, classes, dance, archery... you can pick whatever sounds interesting, and we'll just wander around?"
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A caste system seemed far more acceptable when everyone was voluntarily taking part, and Becca could see the fun of having princes and queens and all sorts of nobles to bow and put on displays of valor before. From how she understood it, the roles were not permanent, and could even be earned. Far be it for her to have her eyes on the prize when she was just breaking into the scene, but being a princess did sound like fun.
For the time being, she was glad to just be there with her soldier wrapping an arm around her. Gawain was a French soldier circa the Musketeer era. ”Tha puts my Binge queue itae such context,” she teased. Based on Gawain’s movie tastes, his choice of persona was not surprising. On the contrary, it suited him.
While they were riding the bus, they had time to set up a plan, but Gawain laid out so many choices before her, it was hard to decide. ”Weel, if we gae wi’ archery, Ah already know fer a fact ye can wipe th’ floor wi’ anyain else there.” Even without mirror trickery, Gawain always seemed comfortable with a bow.
”Ah’ll admit, Ah’m pretty interested in this tourney.” It sounded like the kind of thing that would be a main attraction. ”Woods ye be takin’ part? Ye are mah soldier, after aw.” It still felt nice to jokingly “claim” him; they were their own independent people, but it was nice to finally be able to say he was hers after the long road to that point.
While they looked over their options, a different train of thought had been running in the back of Rebecca’s mind, which came to surface when she finally said, ”Glynna. My persona. An Irish…” What? Lady? Knight? Tailor? ”Something. Ah’ll figure tha it eventually.”
"Oh shut up, you like the eye candy" Gawain smirked. Both on and off the screen, they had long learned to appreciate each other's tastes in costumes. And for the historical kind, there would be a lot of that today.
>>”Weel, if we gae wi’ archery, Ah already know fer a fact ye can wipe th’ floor wi’ anyain else there... Ah’ll admit, Ah’m pretty interested in this tourney. Woods ye be takin’ part? Ye are mah soldier, after aw.”
"Archery is fun, but yeah, I can probably win that" Gawain noted. It was just a fact; he had been keeping pace with the X-man with a bow and arrow for years. It was kind of his main profession. "The tourney... I can do rapier, but I'm not really equipped for heavy weaponry... Oh, and if I'm your soldier, you'd have to give me a favor." he added with a wink.
>>”Glynna. My persona. An Irish… Something. Ah’ll figure tha it eventually.”
"Irish and French, huh" Gawain grinned "I wonder how that happened..."
The bus pulled off the road and into the camp site. A colorful patch of tents appeared in the fields, complete with banners and flags, signs, and groups of people in various outfits ranging from Vikings to the 17th century, with the colorful flare of a kimono or an African garb in the mix. Gawain smiled as he looked out the window, the bus rolling to a halt.
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>> "Oh shut up, you like the eye candy"
Okay, so maybe Gawain knew her too well. She did enjoy the shows and stories, if not to a lesser degree than her historically-obsessed boyfriend. She did have a weakness for the men and women of those shows. Obviously, actors were more often than not attractive, and something about the dashing outfits and noble dresses just made her drool. "Well, it aw worked out in th' end, din'it? Ye know mah weakness; keep dressing like this, an' ye can make me melty whenever ye like." Not that Gawain needed a specialized wardrobe to make her melt.
The pair needed a plan for what they wanted to do with the day, and Rebecca was excited to cheer Gawain on in... well, whatever he was going to try his hand at. Rapier combat certainly did sound exciting, and fighting an opponent would be a bigger thrill than loosing arrows at a target.
>> "Oh, and if I'm your soldier, you'd have to give me a favor."
>> "Irish and French, huh? I wonder how that happened..."
Becca grinned, because there was at least one thing she had prepared for without Gawain's assistance. She reached into the bodice of her dress and tugged until she pulled out a pale green handkerchief with a vine-like pattered stitched into it. "What kind of consort would Ah be if Ah was nae prepared tae offer a token of mah favor sae mah valiant soldier can show off as he kicks arse with rapier in hand?" she asked, sporting a toothy grin. "And... hmm. Glynna was hostaged as a yooth after th' Battle of Kinsale, becomin' th' handmaiden fer an English nobleman's daughter. Th' family moved tae France where she fell fer a dashing French soldier an' fell in loove." It was a slapdash backstory and she was sure it was riddled with inaccuracies, but for an on-the-spot story, she could have done far worse.
The scene they eventually reached was... well, grand. Conventions were also eclectic mixes of people and sights compiled into a small space, but this felt more significant somehow. So many cultures represented. So many in-depth worlds, normally separated, now interwoven on one glorious tournament stage. Her eyes excitedly flitted from kimonos to African garb to glorious banners and armor.
Becca might not have been as big a history nerd as Mirror was, but she sure was on board with the dressing up. Gawain didn't blame her. There was something exciting and exotic about historical outfits, especially when worn well; implications aside, he was glad Becca found fun in tagging along to an event.
>>"What kind of consort would Ah be if Ah was nae prepared tae offer a token of mah favor sae mah valiant soldier can show off as he kicks arse with rapier in hand?"
Gawain couldn't help but let out a laugh as she pulled a favor from her bodice. "When did you even get that in there?" he grinned, taking the handkerchief, and tucking it into his belt. He leaned over to kiss her on the nose "You're full of surprises, Glynna."
>>"Glynna was hostaged as a yooth after th' Battle of Kinsale, becomin' th' handmaiden fer an English nobleman's daughter. Th' family moved tae France where she fell fer a dashing French soldier an' fell in loove."
Gawain blinked, once again taken by surprise. Becca had really thought about this, for one, and also... fell in love?... He opened his mouth, not sure what words were going to come out, but just then then bus stopped, and it was time to walk into the event.
>>"Wow, Gawain. Thes is jist... wow."
"Yeah, I know" Gawain smirked as they got off the bus, him carrying the bag slung over his shoulder. It was good to see that Becca was not disappointed by the whole thing. They had to go through registration, but once that was done, the whole field was theirs, with all its possibilities. "So, you really want to see me fight, huh?"