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.
"Mhmmm," she smirked. "How bad?" Real bad. There was a number on some scale somewhere to put to that badness quotient. Perhaps Agnes would locate it and share?
This was fun, sharing in the badness. A step up from being bored and bugging Aurum. She was glad Agnes seemed to like the comic.
The question fluttered around Agnes’ ears as she continued to read. This really was one the worst comics. Yet it was so bad, at the same time, it could not help being extremely cool. She now understood why Ami was reading it. It was bad enough to catch your attention and just the all out humor of it was too much to ignore. It was overly filled with gore, the dialogue was a running joke, though the art definitely was not bad. Agnes just found humor in the pages filled with blood splatter, demonic entities, and obviously overly compensating guns.
She finally peeled her eyes away from the pages long enough to chuckle as she turned to Ami. That right, she still had a question.
“Honestly? Fifteen out of ten on the Bad-o-meter,” she said with a grin. She sighed as she turned to the last page and wiped a tear from her eye. That was too funny to pass up. She pushed the comic back to Ami. “Thank you, Ami, really. I needed that today.”
She sighed as she picked up her drink once more and took a long sip of it. As the frozen mocha and cinnamon touched her taste buds, the runaway felt her energy return to her. The good cheer was beginning to take voer her mind and all thoughts of her parents, the mess that they created, everything, it all melted away. She felt like a real teenager just hanging out and having a good time.
She relaxed back into her chair as she glanced from the comic to Ami.
“So, if you don’t mind me asking,” Agnes started. “Why are you hanging out here? It’s the ending days summer. The sole purpose to wrangling in dates for your brother?”
>>“Honestly? Fifteen out of ten on the Bad-o-meter,”
Not a 12.0 on a 10.0 scale of badness, as per the quote, but an acceptable answer, nonetheless. Ami reclaimed the comic with a smile. Agnes had enjoyed it. "No problem," Ami said.
For a moment, there was silence again while Agnes drank her drink. Drinking seemed a good idea, so Amelia finished off her now-cold cocoa. Then, Agnes asked a very good question.
Amelia didn't take offense at the question. She was more than understanding.
"Not wrangling dates," she said, glancing Aurum's way for a second, then swinging her eyes back to Agnes. "Just bothering him. It's fun having an older brother to bother. Although it's also fun playing matchmaker..." She trailed.
"I suppose we could be doing something more entertaining. But what?" Amelia mused.
>> "Not wrangling dates…Just bothering him. It's fun having an older brother to bother. Although it's also fun playing matchmaker..."
Agnes chuckled. So she was out to bother her brother today. It was a noble cause, she had to admit that. There was nothing like infringing on your other brother’s personal or work time and bothering them simply by existing in their individual world. There were many times when she used to do such things to her own brother, mainly when they were at home and their parents were out at prayer meetings or other such events. It was part of a little sister’s job to bother her older brother.
But still that didn’t mean that little sisters could not go out and have fun. There was a whole world out there in which they could do such. Unfortunately Agnes was not the best judge on how to have a good time. Her parents idea of fun was prayers and bible readying, and once she ran away from home, it was simply a matter of staying alive, not having fun.
But still…it was such a pretty day out…
>> "I suppose we could be doing something more entertaining. But what?"
Agnes froze like a deer in headlights. She really did not know how to respond to that. What did normal teenagers do? Shop? Hunt for boys? Party? Go to the arcade (which she was seeing fewer and fewer of)? She really didn’t know.
So, as a response, Agnes simply shrugged and took another sip from her drink before she giggled.
“Sorry, I’m really not the best judge of how to find entertainment,” she said a little solemnly. “I mainly spend my time reading, playing my violin, or taking walks. I’ve never really spent that much time around the city.”
At least the part of the city that isn’t covered in trash, gooey dumpsters, or foul smelling liquids. She thanked her lucky stars she was at the mansion now…
Reading, playing an instrument, and taking walks were all great forms of entertainment. "Those things are fun, too." Amelia noted. "Though most aren't really the best entertainment for multiple people." That was, if taking walks was anything like when she took walks, where the act of walking was more the background to collecting her thoughts.
"Usually, I like sports. Or shopping. Or window-shopping. It's too bad my friends are busy right now. I could have introduced you to my 'crew'." She used the term 'crew' ironically. Twas not a gang. Twas hardly an organized group at all. With a small smirk, Amelia jokingly suggested "You know, I could try and find us some boys to hang out with."
>> "Those things are fun, too…Though most aren't really the best entertainment for multiple people."
Agnes smirked. She knew the validity of that statement. That was why she enjoyed those pastimes and was not the best for finding group entertainment. Agnes thrived on being alone, mainly because she had to do so much of it growing up and after she left home. But…this was a new stage in her life. She wanted to go out, she wanted to experience the world, she wanted to have friends. So far Ami seemed nice enough to tolerate the runaway, bug-spewer. Part of her wondered how she felt about being around mutants.
It was New York after all, she must have run into one or two by now. At least she figured as much. Either way, as much as Agnes wanted to break away while the getting was good, she was going to have to have a little experiment. Could she operate in the normal world with normal people?
She’d find out.
>> "Usually, I like sports. Or shopping. Or window-shopping. It's too bad my friends are busy right now. I could have introduced you to my 'crew'…You know, I could try and find us some boys to hang out with."
She smiled a bit as sipped her drink again. The girl had a crew? For some reason an army of Ami’s made Agnes laugh inside her head. Oh the torture that her brother but me subjected to.
But when it came to the subject of Ami’s notion for finding a fun activity, Agnes blushed fiercely. The girl apparently seemed intent on seeing that red in her cheeks. If only she really knew. But still…Agnes said nothing about her orientation. There was no need to scare the girl off already, especially since she didn’t know how’d she react. She may feel bad for attempting to hook her up with her brother. She didn’t want her to feel bad.
But Agnes carried on with a smile. “You know, um, if you want to window shop or something, I wouldn’t mind. I know this good comic store that my brother used to go to. He used to tell me they had the best stuff.”
At the mention of boys, Agnes blushed so hard, Amelia thought she was going to catch fire. Through the risks of fire, she managed, into a smile. That was good. Nobody needed to catch fire at this current point in time. There was no need for sick flames.
Amelia nodded. "Comic book shopping is a possibility. I could go for it. I'll want to drop this one off with my bro first, though." She held up the DOOM comic. She didn't want it getting lost in the day of comic book shopping, or for anyone to think she's stolen it.
"What sort of comic books do you like?" She asked.
>> "Comic book shopping is a possibility. I could go for it. I'll want to drop this one off with my bro first, though."
“Sure,” Agnes smiled in reply.
Thankfully Ami was seemed to back off the “hunting for boys” option. Though she did look like the type that spent most of her time doing that anyways. Agnes only hoped that while they were out she wouldn’t attempt to wrangle a pair of guys to go escorting them around. While Agnes was sure that it was a pastime that Ami just loved, Agnes for one really would not have felt comfortable with that whole ordeal. Already several times such occurrences have happened in her life and she did not want repeats of them.
Oh well, she just met Ami and she should make such assumptions about her already. There was always a chance that the girl would respect her want to not meet a cute guy. After all…it was not like Agnes was her sister or anything. Aurum, on the other hand, well that would be his curse until he got married…maybe even a beyond. But Agnes, she was beyond that meddling…she hoped…
>> "What sort of comic books do you like?"
Shaken from her thoughts, Agnes finished sipping on her drink as waited for her fellow teen. She remembered the comics that her brother used to always bring her. A few superhero ones but there was one series that she really used to love…
“Oh, there was this one that used to really like. Art was very harshly drawn but it worked for it. And the story was good,” Agnes said with a nod. “About these five military guys who were framed by this shadowy figure named ‘Max’ who works in the government. I only got about half way through the series run before…well...” she sighed as she thought about the fact that her own brother had run away and she never got to finish the story. “I just never got to finish it. It was good though. Was call…um…something that begins with an ‘L’,” she mused. “Losters? Losies? Lo-“
Amelia shrugged. "Haven't heard of it. Maybe you can find it at the comic book shop and show it to me? Sounds neat."
"Hey bro. Hold on to this for me, okay?" Amelia walked the comic over to her brother and passed it off.
Aurum eyed the comic book, then her, then her friend. Then he eyed her all the more seriously. "Don't get into any trouble." He said. Trouble applied to anything and everything, including her attempts to set other girls up with guys.
Amelia laughed, waving off his concerns like annoying gnats. "Oh hush. You don't even know me." She said. As she walked back to Agnes, she said over her shoulder with a smirk. "Trouble isn't my middle name."
Her head snapped back to Agnes. "Ready?" She asked. Cheerfully.
>> "Haven't heard of it. Maybe you can find it at the comic book shop and show it to me? Sounds neat."
“If the name ever comes back to me,” Agnes said with a small grin and watched as the younger girl moved off to her brother with the comic in hand.
She was silent as she watched her for a few seconds...before she finally turned her gaze away. No, she was not checking her out. Absolutely not. That was out of question. Besides, Ami had already suggested that they go out trolling for “boys”. That pretty much ended the ideas of anything different.
Ami was a sweet girl and Agnes was only going out to hang out, that was it. She just wanted some fun time out in the world that was away from all the craziness her parents left behind and away from that mansion that she locked herself away in one time too many. She needed to breathe the air of the city again, but this time not from some smelly alleyway. She needed to walk proudly out in the streets, amongst regular people. She didn’t need to fear the world anymore. She could have a normal life.
It was while she was lost in these musings that she was shaken from her thoughts by the reappearance of the girl…
>> "Ready?"
“Huh? OH! Yeah, yeah of course,” she smiled back warmly. “It’s just a few blocks over, not that far. Would hate to separate you from your brother for too long.” She beamed.
Amelia grinned, and glanced towards Aurum. She waved aside Agnes's concerns with a 'pft'. "Oh, he'll be fine. I'm sure the girls around here will valiantly try and drag his attention from his works, as per usual. He'll be better off. I won't be here to scare them away or coerce them to try harder."
Aurum was probably thankful for her sudden exit. It was a favor. An unintentional favor. Her stepping out with one of those potentially-annoying girls. She sure hoped it was a phase, his 'not being interested' in the girls she found him.
The girl walked up to Agnes, then passed her, stuffing her hands in her jacket pockets. She did not stray too far, too fast. She held back when it was needed, and waited. Then together, the went through the revolving doors, and out onto the New York city streets.
Time passed quickly for Agnes as she and Ami discovered the nearby comic shop and began to peruse its mighty selection. It really was a rather impressive store. Nearly every type of comic, from various publishers, various artists and covering various subjects were held within. And though it had the usual nerdity of cardboard cut-out mainstream heroes, the majority of their collections were a treasure trove of old issues, horrible storylines, and sheer classics. It really was a beautiful sight to Agnes, mainly because it reminded her of her brother so much.
Much of their time was waste there, but it was not without a few successful hunts. Agnes managed to find a copy of the graphic novel she was talking about earlier, “The Losers”. As she flipped through the pages, she had to grin -- it was just like she remembered it.
She would definitely share this with Ami.
It was as they left the comic shop that Agnes finally cautioned another look to Ami. The girl was cute, she really was. She had this quality about her that actually attracted Agnes a little but she quickly dismissed it. The teen was cute, but Agnes knew better than to pursue it. She was fun to chat with, she had a personality that could not be ignored, she was just your average, fun teen. And Agnes appreciated that a lot. She was not going to let some ill-founded attraction cloud the possibility of a future friendship with her.
So, as she stepped over a crack on the sidewalk, she let the attraction fall and seep into the earth…never to be brought up again.
She beamed at Ami as they strolled to wherever teenage girls tend to gravitate towards. As they walked she continued on with conversation.
“It’s…been a long time since I’ve seen my brother. But that place…just reminded me of him so much,” she said with a little sigh. “I see why he liked it.”
Amelia broke away from her copy of the second volume of Problem Sleuth to smile at Agnes. "Brothers are nice like that," she agreed. "Whenever I see crazy detective stuff, it makes me think of mine. Truth be told, he's kind of a nerd." And it was kind of amazing.
"Dare I ask what happened to him?" She queried, tone suddenly sympathetic and subdued.
Why had it been a long time since Agnes had seen her brother? Hm?
>> "Brothers are nice like that…Whenever I see crazy detective stuff, it makes me think of mine. Truth be told, he's kind of a nerd."
Agnes grinned as she listened to her friend talk about her brother. From their first meeting, the runaway knew that Ami really cared about her brother. Sure she pestered him, attempted to set him with complete (and underaged) strangers, but at least her heart was in the right place. Too many times she watched as siblings fought in the streets. That was not sibling love or simple rivalry. They were missing the well-meaning connection that all siblings share. Agnes had that for her own brother…Ami did for Aurum as well.
At least that is what the runaway had been able to gather thus far. Ami was sweet. Agnes hoped that all of it was not an act.
With a sigh they moved on but Ami was quick to tear herself away from her comic to actually ask about her past…
>> "Dare I ask what happened to him?"
Agnes locked up a little, but it quickly dissipated. No one had ever really asked her about her brother before. Well, it was not as if many people knew about him anyways. Besides it was a natural question: Agnes was talking about him and he was not around…what else were people supposed to think?
The runaway shared a quick look with Ami before she cleared her throat to finally reply. “I…haven’t seen Dante in…almost two years I think,” she said a little quietly. She smiled a sadly at the thought of her brother as she blindly just looked ahead. “He ran away from home when I was 15. My parents…um…weren’t the…best[/b]...of parents,”[/color] she shrugged mutely.
Two years was a long time for a teenager. And his name was Dante? That was cool. Like the video game character. Like Dante's Inferno. Like the guy from Clerks, which she may or may not have watched. He was gone, though. That was sad. He'd ran away.
Amelia could tell this was not a topic to dig deeper in, from how Agnes was acting.
Why is it that when people tap on touchy topics they say they're sorry? Amelia was not one of those people.
"That's hard," she said sympathetically. "But I'm glad you remember him and the good memories. That's how to do it. Shows strength." Not to be overwhelmed by the past. Or to let the good memories become tarnished by bad ones. Agnes was surprisingly strong.