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.
Carrick took the bag, and went straight for the shiny ball. Amethyst giggled as he disregarded the piece of clothing in favor of the toy that was decorated with various gems. She could hear him purring, which meant that he probably liked the gift.
>>”What’s this? This is.... awesome.”
"It's for the griffin." she clarified "I'm told they like shiny toys."
And guarding treasure hoards, but she did not want to completely spoil him just yet.
"The tunic is for you."
>>”A dress? Already tailored fer me too!”
"That was the point." she nodded. Carrick had a lot of trouble with clothes, due ti his wings and tail. American clothing was not really designed for extra appendages. The princess soon figured out that he would have an easier time with the loose tunics the Atlantean men liked to wear.
>>”It flows!"
"It's made of silk" she nodded, happy that he liked the tunic. It looked good on him. Kind of made him look like a demigod.
>>”Defiantly killed it at the gift giving. Should have gone first. Hard ta follow up. Not as shiny as the ball but.... I thought I should get you somthin tangible. Other gift is the gift of song.”
Carrick handed her a necklace with a small pendant. Amethyst liked getting jewelry. She looked at the pendant curiously, arching an eyebrow.
It was for one of his shifted forms, his preferred one. ”Screw him, he can borrow it from me. I like shiny toys!” he said tossing the thing up into the air catching it. He felt a since of ger from the back of his mind, jealousy. He smirked and rolled it into his hand admiring the jewels wondering if all of them were made from her. Did that make it better?
Silk. Made from worms? Carrick looked down at the shirt and rubbed his fingers on it. He felt fancy. This normally wasn’t his style but he was okay upgrading. Especially if the Princess liked it. The shifter wondered if he pulled it off as well the people she knew back home but wasn’t sure he wanted an answer.
”D fer difficult.” he smirked. Thinking the whole thing was pretty clever. ”Cause yer difficult... were difficult?” he asked wondering if that was correct tense. ”Still like ya anyways.” he flashed his teeth in a smile still thinking it was better than just a “C” pendent or something else on it he knew he could always change it if she didn’t find it as funny but then she’d be living up to the title. Either way it would give him a smirk.
”Aye, a song.” he said walking over to his guitar and opening up the case. ”Got a girlfriend on valentines day. What kind of musician would I be if I can’t serenade ya on one of the most romantic holidays?” he through the guitar strap over his shoulder and wing feeling the silk on his shoulder. It was... comfortable. Yeah, he liked silk now. This was the first time he had ever worn it other than when he wore a tie.
Tuning the guitar he slowly started plucking the cords till he was satisfied with the sounds. He walked in front of her so he stood lower on the pitch of the roof. So it was easier to see her and less work for her to watch. ”I call this one Sparkle n’ Shine. Yer the first one to hear it." he said grinning and starting a shade of red hitting his face.
The song was about attraction, someone finding something that was beautiful and out reach, no matter what they did, until one day they found out what they were looking for all along was right in front of them. That was Carrick, heartbroken. Thinking he had found love only to get crushed, then realizing what he had wasn’t what he thought it was and finding something better. Something more intense. She was more intense.
Carrick was nervous, mainly because he never really played a song he wrote before not to other people at least. His voice got softer as he plucked into the last refrain. ”and that’s why I say, I had the sparkle, but ya made me shine.” he played for another second and then decided to end it with a little flourish of a turn but he only managed to trip and stagger down the roof a bit before he caught himself from falling off the roof entirely. Classic Carrick.
>>”D fer difficult. Cause yer difficult... were difficult? Still like ya anyways.”
The princess smirked, and clasped the necklace around her neck. Difficult. "I prefer 'requires proper care', but sure" she chuckled. The two of them were definitely an unexpected relationship. In more ways than one. She wondered if that was what he wrote a song about.
>>”Aye, a song. Got a girlfriend on valentines day. What kind of musician would I be if I can’t serenade ya on one of the most romantic holidays? I call this one Sparkle n’ Shine. Yer the first one to hear it."
Amethyst had been serenaded before. Court musicians had written her songs of numerous occasions, and sometimes men and women praised her, seeking her favors. But Carrick's song was different. Not just musically, but the way he talked about her. To her. Not to a princess, but to her personally.
>>”and that’s why I say, I had the sparkle, but ya made me shine.”
Carrick finished with a flourish and almost fell off the roof. Amethyst was grateful for the goofiness, so she could hide with a laugh and applause how touched she really felt. Accepting a song like this felt more difficult than accepting the praising songs of the court musicians.
"That was... really nice." she admitted, tucking her hair behind her ear. "You wrote that... yourself?"
Standing upright at the edge of the roof he grinned and walked up towards her and sat back down. His face beat red from embarrassment though her reaction did give him a big grin. ”Glad ya liked it. Been working on it a bit. Any idea how hard it is to rhyme anything with ‘sparkle’?” the shifter said rest the guitar next to him. ”Darkle isn’t a word.” he chuckled nervously trying to play off his embarrassment.
”Yep, that song was all me. Granted I was listening to a few songs that helped get the cords ta flow. The words came after. Might be the first song I wrote, finished and performed before.” he smirked trying hard not to make another joke but couldn’t resist. ”Yer me first for a lot of things it seems.” he opened his wing and wrapped it around her starting to purr again.
”First couple times I tried to play it like one of yer minstrels would but it didn’t flow the way I wanted it to. I’m sure ya had enough songs written fer ya back home.” he said shrugging, ”Thought it be better if I did it my way.” he said looking over to her and smiling ”Give ya some ‘proper care’ so ta speak.” he looked down to the gift he got her. ”They charged per letter.” this time he chuckled.
