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.
The nightly walking was cool, quiet and calm and it was something that Agnes reveled in. She liked being out in the city at night, despite the danger, because it was just so much calmer. There was no hustle and bustle of the city goers, no car horns honking from the streets, no one groups of people talking, laughing or screaming into their cell phones loudly…it was just calm and peaceful serenity. The imperfections of the surrounding buildings were hidden, the trash, the mess, all of it was swept up into his fine blanket of darkness that clung to every alley and hid behind every corner. It was just a nice and peaceful night. Agnes could not has asked for anything more.
Walking with the new boy, the teenager sighed a bit, thankful to be in the company of someone who seemed nice. At least he did not judge her about her abilities as so many in the past have done. There were no odd stares, or grossed out looks. Maybe it was because he had just found out he was a mutant himself? That would be bound to earn him some common courtesy. Or maybe it was simply because she saved his life. Either one would get him to not over react around her when concerning her ability.
Whatever the case, the teenage runaway was simply thankful for a quiet night in which she could enjoy ice cream, and quite possibly make a new friend.
>> “You know, when I went to the mansion I didn't even know if I was really a mutant or not. The way things happened, it was all very confusing…I know the whole ‘I don't know what I do’ thing might sound dumb because I basically change colors, but DocProf told me way it happens is important. His supposed to help me find out."
Agnes smiled at the thought. Just thinking about DocProf actually made her smile. He was a sweet, old man that had this twinkle in his eyes; this glee that let anyone who saw him know that no matter what he would still always be a child at heart. Agnes was happy with that knowledge. She hoped that the kindly old healer would never lose that little spark of himself.
“If there is anyone that can help you learn about your powers, it’s him,” she said with a sagely nod and took another bite of her ice cream. “He helped me figure out how my powers worked too. He has had a lot of experience helping new mutants work things out. I only wish I had met him sooner. He’ll do wonders for you, I know he will.”
She looked up and eyed to upcoming playground equipment. It was all out there, laid out, unmoving and quiet. The thought alone was a little unnerving, especially considering that during the day, places like this are always abuzz with activity. There are always children running around, screaming, playing or laughing. It was a stark contrast compared to how it is now: abandoned, dark, silent as the grave. Though Agnes knew that there was nothing to fear. Most of the thugs were not out just yet so there was still time for her and Enzo to have a nice chat and enjoy their treats.
>> "I met a guy there, Alexander. He can manipulate the weather, you know him? Spanish, oriental looking?...Funny how that sounds.”
Agnes thought for a second and shook her head. “No, I don’t believe I have met him.” she replied. “I’ve lived at the mansion for a while now, but I haven’t met everyone yet. I usually keep to myself and there are students always coming and going. Though maybe I have seen him and I just don’tknow it.”
Upon arriving at the playground, Agnes immediately strolled up to one of the statues and leaned back against it. An unruly breeze ruffled up hair and Agnes nibbled on her ice cream some more as she rested back against the cool material of the horse statue.
“Don’t worry too much about your powers, okay? You’ll figure them out. Takes time…and most of all, patience.”
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“If there is anyone that can help you learn about your powers, it’s him. He helped me figure out how my powers worked too. He has had a lot of experience helping new mutants work things out. I only wish I had met him sooner. He’ll do wonders for you, I know he will.”
He was certain about it too, of course. The nice old man had shown to be a very active and intelligent mind, the kind of person you could always rely on which, despite how Enzo felt about it, was something relatively rare nowadays. Patience, however, is always hard to come by when you're an energetic Italy-raised teenager with a newly-found mutation that would randomly make you look like a human traffic light.
She hadn't met Alexander. Enzo felt light disappointment taking over. He shrugged it off, though; it had been a brief encounter, filled with trivia. Beside, if Agnes did meet the Spanish boy, she might tell him that she had met Enzo.
Finally, they arrived at the park. Agnes took off to one of the statues, bringing another smile to Enzo's handsome face. He darted towards the swing just as he took his last bite at the ice cream. Too ephemeral.
“Don’t worry too much about your powers, okay? You’ll figure them out. Takes time…and most of all, patience.” her advice reminded him of DocProf once again. Waiting was really not Enzo's strongest feature.
"Ahah, you're advising a teenage boy to be patient?" he jested as he sat on the swing. It was a bit too low for him, although it took his weight well. It was not the first time he got on that swing anyway. He walked backwards for as much as he could, and then he allowed the momentum to take his body forward. From there, it was just about using the legs to gain speed as the swing went back and forth.
Another familiarly soothing sensation, like ice cream. Childhood took over: the wind whistled all around Enzo's slender body, gravity mocked every time he went for the sky. Had he been alone, he might've closed his eyes. Deprivation from sight only increased the focus on the sense of balance and spacial occupation, constantly altering themselves in a dizzying game of movement and speed. Her presence, however, brought other focuses.
"How was it with you, donna? I mean" he needed to keep his cool, that was a potentially personal question he was asking "How was it like when you discovered you were a mutant? How does it feel now that you've been a mutant for some time?". "You don't have to answer if you don't want to". He might've said that, but he felt like it would be both condescending and hypocritical. Agnes knew what she wanted to say and what she would prefer to keep to herself, no use patting her with silly little words.
>> "Ahah, you're advising a teenage boy to be patient?"
“Touche,” Agnes replied with a grin.
That was true. What could Agnes be thinking? But it was still the thought that counted. She was not talking to him as a teenage boy, but as a friend. As a friend, all she could do was tell him to be patient and take it a day at a time. Powers were rarely something that worked with the mutant, especially when they were first starting. No, the majority of the time, mutations developed when the person least expected them to, and on top of that, they never worked out how they should.
Agnes smirked and leaned back against the statue as she watched Enzo float forward and backwards on the swing. There was a small sense of childish relief on his face that made Agnes smile. Even teens like themselves could enjoy a good swing set. Watching him begin to relax a little more, Agnes took another bite of her ice cream before she wandered over to join him.
Slipping into the seat, she carefully just sat there, letting the breeze very gently push her back and forward. It was by no means the speed at which Enzo was going, but it was calming, nonetheless. Agnes simply enjoyed just sitting there and letting nature rock her ever so softly.
>> "How was it with you, donna? I mean…How was it like when you discovered you were a mutant? How does it feel now that you've been a mutant for some time?".
Agnes face darkened momentarily as a hint of sadness crept into the corners of her eyes. She said nothing as that question floated around in her mind. If there was one thing that Agnes did not like talking about was the birth of her mutation, but what was to expected? Enzo was new to this whole world so of course he would ask a fellow mutant how something as life altering as the gaining of an ability came about. And though she did not like talking about it, she was not going to be angry at Enzo. It was just innocent curiosity and that called for no ill feelings towards him.
She would tell him what she chose to tell him, just not everything…
“Uh…” she started softly as she took another lick of the frozen treat. “It was terrifying, absolutely terrifying. After all…how many people can get used to the sound or feeling of bugs around them? Takes an exceptional person…” She trailed off briefly as she recalled the sounds the sight of all those tiny legs skittering and crawling across the tiles, every last one of them aiming directly for her. The sensation of them crawling over her legs, across her chest, each and every last one of them aimed directly for her mouth…Agnes shuddered and shook the thought away. “It’s hard, finding out something new about yourself, especially when you’re just beginning to think you have yourself figured out. But…I got through it,” she smiled, albeit a little sadly at the knowledge she was withholding. Yes, she got through it, but only through blood, sweat and many tears. “And now, I accept it. It’s a part of who I am. You have to accept it or you hate yourself forever.”
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The question was met with a pause in the dialog. The legs kept rocking the swing back and forth without any conscious effort, perhaps accompanied by partial stiffness. Hints about how Agnes first discovered her powers had been spread throughout the night. He felt a bit insensible, like a child blindly ignoring signs just to have it the way it wanted. Speech felt inadvisable though, as if that pause - stretching itself through time and space due to the everlasting discomfort such silences spread - was but a prologue, a respectful mourn preceding the talk about a deceased loved one.
Indeed, just as the sound of the wind in his ear and the screeching of the swing's metallic currents was beginning to become an intolerable cacophony, Agnes' soft voice whispered, sending chills through the male teenager. Head raised and turned towards the girl, he listened carefully, understand what she was giving him was not something as lightly shareable as his own words.
> “It was terrifying, absolutely terrifying. After all…how many people can get used to the sound or feeling of bugs around them? Takes an exceptional person…It’s hard, finding out something new about yourself, especially when you’re just beginning to think you have yourself figured out. But…I got through it. And now, I accept it. It’s a part of who I am. You have to accept it or you hate yourself forever.”
Eyes set on something invisible, she spoke her words with careful consideration, weighting them - their meaning - as one would with flawless jewels. Her expressive face passed through many stages. People were fascinating; this person seemed extraordinary.
Without meaning to, Enzo added extra weight to the words that had been spoken with a simple "Thank you". It cut through the cold night with as much warmth as he could put into it. Then, in order to avoid things from staying as they were, he proceeded "I know you didn't mean to, but I feel a bit petty here. Up until now, my power has been all but painful or uncomfortable - apart from an itchy sensation - and I'm sure I could hide it from my parents and mi fratello - my brother, that is - if I wanted to. If anything, I am sort of happy for having them" he smiled at her. It was a naif smile, that of one who cannot truly grasp the reality he was pushed into "It feels like an amazing world has opened itself to me! Dio, there is much I may be able to do!"
He gazed the stars - the few he could distinguish with all the light coming from the city - looking as boyish as ever. Perhaps even like a fool. But he knew at last his fears were unnecessary. He had probably known it all along, but one's reaction to change often begins with struggling, be it to cancel that change, be it to try to adapt to it. No, he had always known he could live in the institute if necessary, and that he needn't hide what he was now anymore than he hid his sexuality. If anything, his mutation might occasionally reveal him to others; if he accepted what he was, though, he could probably outlive whatever damage that revelation caused.
"I'm really glad I met you, donna!" he said, smiling cheerfully "I learned a lot from all of this. Thanks!" with that, the swing went back one last time, attaining immense speed. Then, as he came forward, his hands let go, and he took flight.
His body arched with grace, a chuckle escaping from the back of his throat. Speed tunneled his vision, making it seem like he truly was going for the stars.
Then came the floor from the infant park. Contact was softened by the rubbery surface. He was used to jumping.
Agnes didn’t mean to get so quiet after she was done talking. It probably added the weight of the world to her words but that was mainly because it was important that Enzo know this. She knew what it was like to give up and to simply live from moment to moment, absolutely hating her body for doing this to her. But the truth of the matter was that she was extremely lucky. Yes, her mutation could be considered disgusting by most people, but it was still a part of her. Just as much as if it were a freckle or a short finger, or any other part of the human body. It would always be part of her and no one else.
Her moment of silence passed and Agnes’ face visible changed demeanors. She was no longer angry or sad by the thoughts, instead she had returned to her calm expression and offered him the briefest of smiles that indicated that she was fine now.
Enzo did not seem startled by her silence though. Instead he seemed to wholly understand why she was quiet. There was a look of sincere understanding on his face and Agnes smiled at that. This was not meant to be a pity party or something to show him that his life was not the worst it could be. Instead he took from it exactly what Agnes wanted him to…
>> "Thank you…I know you didn't mean to, but I feel a bit petty here. Up until now, my power has been all but painful or uncomfortable - apart from an itchy sensation - and I'm sure I could hide it from my parents and mi fratello - my brother, that is - if I wanted to. If anything, I am sort of happy for having them…It feels like an amazing world has opened itself to me! Dio, there is much I may be able to do!"
“That’s the best way to look at the world,” Agnes said with a grin as she watched him seemingly just make this self-discovery. She could not have been happier for him. Moments ago he looked depressed, lost, as if he really had no idea what he was going to do with his life. But now…now he seemed at least have some sort of idea that being a mutant was not the end of everything. “And you’re very welcome. Glad I could help.”
Sitting back in her swing, she finished her ice cream and gently swung herself forward and back, not as fast as Enzo was going, but just fast enough to show that she was having a good time. As she did so, she watched Enzo and felt a little proud of herself. Not that she was ever the type to pat herself on the back, but she was thankful that she could be there to help him out through this troubling time. She wished she had that type of talk with someone when she had first found out she was a mutant instead…well…she got something less than ideal…
>> "I'm really glad I met you, donna! I learned a lot from all of this. Thanks!"
Agnes beamed and watched as the boy flew and deftly landed on his feet. This was obviously something that he had done a lot of. He had this sort of free spirit about him that really made Agnes just want to smile. She had always wanted a life like that. She was glad it would not be extinguished by the discovery of his mutation.
“You are very welcome.” she chuckled. She could sense the makings of a beautiful friendship here…