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.
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It was inevitable that this news was going to shake Agnes. Becca was a stranger, so how could she have let a stranger in so close? Agnes was guarded thanks to the experiences of her youth. She was also in a new, uncomfortable position feeling lost, so this news did not help.
Still, “Why?” Ouch. Rebecca pressed on. ”Why nae? The people you dated after eighteen were aw new tae ye at some point.” Everyone you knew was once a stranger, and Agnes knew nothing about the Scot sitting in front of her. There was nothing suggesting they would not have a history unless Agnes hid a secret disgust for redheads all these years.
”We met when Ah transferred tae America. Ye were ain ay mah first friends, and we got close. There was a crush on both sides.” Deep breath, because this was not a time to get lost in romanticizing nostalgia. ”Ye were datin’ Jasmine and Ah didnae e’en know Ah loched girls till Ah found ye. When Jasmine moved tae Japan, we started datin.”
After a bit of typing as she spoke, Becca moved the computer screen to show a photo from social media. A younger Becca and a slightly older Agnes sitting and holding hands on the edge of a fountain at Columbia. ”There was a bump in th’ road where we broke up and got back together, but otherwise, we were together throughit college. We only ended things when Ah moved tae Oxford for mah masters and ye got a job offer in th’ states.” And one of us should have said no, she thought to herself. A regret long since too late to retread.
”Ye moved oan eventually. At first, there was a brief time spent with a girl named Winnie, or sae ye said. Then ye settled down with River, frae yer traveling company. That went well, and ye got engaged.” She switched to a new photo, of Agnes and River showing their engagement rings. It still was not easy to say that or see it, even after everything that happened.
And then, she had to touch on everything that happened. ”And it went well. Til River had struggles with work and insecurity and eventually, drugs. She pushed ye away, and Ah’m sorry… Ah was there when she pushed tay hard.”
Becca did not look at Agnes as she finished. ”Bit ye and Ah did tay much damage tae ain anaither over the years, and ye moved oan. Frae there, Ah think ye kept it casual, bit we lost touch, sae Ah dunno.” It would do her no good to rehash the Hive Queen’s revenge or her warped way of handling relationships. She let the recap of their lives hang for Agnes to process.
Agnes could feel her mind spinning. She stared at the redhead. She wasn’t unattractive but she certainly wasn’t the type she imagined being with. A big part of that was because she still was coming off the high of her time with Jasmine and she was having some trouble letting that go. Just yesterday (to her) she imagined what her life would be like with her, and now, knowing time (and their affections) passed, made it all the harder to swallow.
But Ms. Gray? She had been with her? Agnes sat absolutely still, listening to the tale that she wove. A tapestry of relationships where Agnes dated several women, names of which she didn’t recognize, in places she couldn’t imagine. It would have been easy to dismiss it all, proclaiming that it was fake, but the social media accounts that were pulled up and shown to her, those were much, much harder to ignore.
She gulped, looking at how happy she seemed with Becca, the engagement with River, and the eventual rekindling and final separation between her and the professor. In all of them, Agnes looked...happy. Like she had found what she always wanted. And yet, at the end of the day, looking at herself now, she lost all of it. Due to their separation, Becca couldn’t tell her anymore and Agnes’ eyes seemed...wild.
She turned, her gaze sweeping across every item in the room. She looked everywhere but Ms. Gray’s face, until there was no where else to look. A panic swept through her, one that moved her onto her feet. She stared to pace, breathing deeply, hand at her forehead, tears on her cheeks, before she shot her another glance.
”I...I’m...gunna be sick…”
With that she turned and headed out into the hall. She knew where the bathrooms were but she didn’t head there. Rather she ran for a side door, dashed out of, and immediately beat her wings as fast and as hard as she could. Taking to the sky, she caught isolation and fresh air, the likes of which she only found on a spot that used to be her favorite -- a worn space of shingles that used to be not too far from her window.
Agnes hovered down, landing on the roof and sat with a tearful sob. This was hell. She had to be in hell.
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The news was taken poorly. This was expected. Still, Rebecca shared the details of Agnes’s love lives not knowing how much Agnes would struggle with her alternate reality. She knew it was possible Agnes might up and leave, but it was still disheartening to watch the younger woman pained enough to need an escape.
Becca chose not to chase Agnes. She did not need to; this was eighteen-year-old Agnes. There were two places she might go, and she might need time. Becca hoped she would not choose a third option to run away from Mansion entirely, but if she did, that was her choice.
After giving Agnes some time to get a head start, Becca put on her coat and left the office, calling her mirror shield to her. Without her harness, she needed an easy way to get around and her shield was large enough to balance on.
Her bias was obvious when she hovered out toward the greenhouse first, but Becca saw no signs of Agnes in her former workplace. With that option out of the way, Becca hovered toward the roof of the Mansion near Agnes’s old window. Sure enough, she spotted the dark-haired woman sitting and weeping, and it broke her heart.
”Ah’m sorry… she spoke softly, announcing her presence. ”Ah know this has aw been a lot.”
She didn’t know how long she had been sitting there. With the way time was being screwed up around her, it could have been anywhere between a couple of minutes to several years. A jumble of anxiety and nerves ran through her mind, resulting in any coherent thoughts to be cast away like so much dust in the window. Everything she remembered and everything she had just been told, simply couldn’t coexist. It was an absolute mess.
How could this be true? How could any of it be true? it was like something out of a bad comic book series. A plot device used to shake things up in a dying franchise in hopes of reinvigorating interest. Now that she had much interest in comics, but it just seemed so...fanciful.
Staring at the mansion grounds, she merely continued to softly mew to herself, wiping tears from her eyes in some vain attempt to make sense of her world, or what it used to be versus what it is now. She wasn’t 18...she just looked 18. Her dream job, her love life, it was all gone and now she just had no idea what to do. Did she stay here? Where else did have have to go? She was at a loss.
Agnes hugged her knees close to her chest, sniffling as she wiped away the tears from her cheeks. This was the face of absolute loss. Her mind continued to reel, trying to find some kind of solution to this mess, but there was nothing. Just, absolutely nothing.
A voice cut through the screaming in her brain. She turned her eyes upon the newcomer that hovered into view. It was Professor Grey again. She was standing on some platform which allowed her to hover close to the rooftop where she sat. Another sniffle and she turned her cheek towards her, not wanting to see her anymore. It was almost like she wanted to blame her personally for all this but knew, deep down, that wasn’t going to do any good.
”It’s not fair…” she whispered in a low, sad voice. ”I...I...don’t even know where to go now…”
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Watching Agnes miserable hurt, though at least Becca was only tangentially responsible this time. It was not easy hearing about the way Agnes’s life played out, but she was going to find things out eventually. Becca ripped off the bandaid so Agnes was not stumbling through New York lost and aimless. She needed to know who she almost was if she was going to be someone now.
Slowly Becca guided herself to the roof and took a seat near Agnes, while keeping a respectful distance. This was a new Agnes and their dynamic was something new now. That dynamic called for at least two feet of space.
Becca sighed, empathizing. ”Ye coods remake a haem at th' Mansion.” Not that Becca could blame her if that option sounded less appealing now that it was a new place to her. ”If it's nae somewhaur ye can be anymair, we can at leest help ye fin' a new place. Given th' de-agin', Juliard is still an option. Ye aced it th' first time, an' ye coods ace it thes time. Yoo'll e'en avoid trooblesome redheids thes go-roond.” At least one could hope.
Not sure how to best connect with a frustrated, struggling teen, she shrugged and chose to just be honest. ”It’s nae fair. Life as a mutant rarely is, it seems. Mah freshman year, Ah was abducted an' pit intae a nightmarish isolation.” Becca did not like thinking back to The Ragman, but it was the most notable trauma of her life. She hoped she was not off base trying to empathize. ”It mentally broke me an' in sae mony ways Ah hud tae start ower. Needed time away frae school, needed tae relearn hoo tae e’en be a person. But fowk waur thaur fur me an' Ah foond a path again.”
Rebecca leaned forward against her shield, looking out at the Mansion grounds and the green beyond the walls. ”Yoo'll fin' people, Aggie. Yoo'll start again an' yoo'll dae better. Whatever better is fur ye noo, gae dae it. Ah hae faith in ye.” Just because the life Agnes lost was imperfect didn’t make it all terrible, and it did not mean she could not forge a better life now.
Agnes didn’t bother to look at the redhead again. Crystalline eyes locked ahead, she found herself staring off into the distance, trying to process everything that was happening. It was so mind blowing still, hard to wrap her head around. She had an entire life that she got to live, that she achieved so much with, and yet she gave it all up, due in no small part to her abilities. It was saddening to hear that she lost so much even before this mishap.
Because of that, she was at a complete loss. What was she supposed to do? How was she supposed to move on? Everything that was most important to her had been completely taken away and now...now she was left standing in the crater of a life that didn’t make sense anymore. To her, yesterday was just another day. But to everyone else, she was an adult with her own life. Now what?
The redhead did what she could to make her feel better. Telling her that she could start over, offered her the idea of returning to Julliard and doing things all over again. The very notion that she accomplished so much and had to do it all over again was...sickening to be honest. She didn’t want to think that far ahead. Instead she was in survival mode and all she could focus on was the here and now, namely, food and shelter.
But here? Professor Grey said that she could continue to stay here? Or, if not, the staff at the mansion could help her find something out in the city. That was at least one thing that didn’t change. The mansion had always been helpful. But should she even trust it now? They were supposed to have helped her control her powers and look what happened.
Her head hurt. She was tired of thinking about it. Tired of trying to process it. Tired of...hearing her. Sniffling, she wiped her eyes again and just stared mournfully out across the mansion lawn. She already had an idea of what she would do to deal with the now, but she didn’t want to tell Ms. Grey.
For some reason the bitterness swelled near her. Maybe some part of her blamed her for this. Maybe if she had been a good person she wouldn’t have drifted away from Agnes and allowed this to happen. Or maybe it was just irrationality. Whatever the case, she was tired of hearing her talk, of listening to her attempts to soothe her. Of the scent in her hair. The soft appearance of her skin. Everything just burned the insect queen, like she was staring too long at the sun.
She needed space. Without looking at Rebecca, Agnes’ wings drooped. ”Go...away...” She mewed like a sick kitten and buried her face in her arms to quietly continue sobbing. ”Just...leave me alone...please? Just leave me alone...”
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Rebecca wanted to reach Agnes. This was a woman, now a young woman, she always cared for. It hurt her to realize Agnes was lost to the Hive Queen, and now all of that was just... undone. The Hive Queen was no longer in control, or if she was, she was doing a hell of a job selling this. Maybe it was hopefulness, but Becca would choose to believe Agnes circa twenty-eleven was the one in control, and that was enough to make Rebecca happy.
It did not matter if Agnes did not remember her. It did not matter if Agnes could not look at her. Okay, that did still hurt, but it was something Becca could deal with. She just wanted Agnes to stay safe and find a way to be happy. If there was anything Becca could do to make that happen, she wanted to try.
Even if that meant flying away and giving Agnes space, or just letting Agnes cut her out like a bad missing memory. "Okay, Ah'll leave."
Becca stood carefully and levitated her shield before her, stepping onto it, her antennae swaying in the wind. "But if ye change yer mind and need anything, ye know where tae find me." The Mansion was surprisingly small when you needed it to be.
Turning away and descending toward the ground, Becca muttered softly, "Bye Aggie. It was great tae see ye again..." And somehow, it still was.