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.
"That's going to look really nice on you." he nodded with approval. Not like she would not look nice in anything she decided to wear. The young knight turned back to unpacking more stuff.
"We'll be there soon."
Sure enough, a good twenty minutes later (Kenneth seemed really determined to make up for the time loss) the van stopped moving; through the closed doors traces of Renaissance music could be heard. And the murmur of a crowd of people.
Kenneth walked around and opened the back door.
"Get dressed, kids, I'll need to unpack this stuff before noon."
Gawain glanced at Ami, then picked up a huge bundle of clothes and accessories and hopped out of the van.
"You get to change in here" he told her, and then turned back for a wink just before he closed the door "Let me know if you need help."
"Mhm," Amelia replied, subtle smirk playing on her lips as she turned her attention to folding it neatly and setting it aside for when they had a chance to change. She sat down as Kenneth made his announcement, waiting patiently on some flags. She spent the duration of the trip glancing out the window (and sneaking peeks at Gawain's search for the best outfit, when she could).
Wonder what he'll wear... She thought. It'd probably be great, whatever it was. He seemed to be the kinda guy who made things work for him. Even black eyes.
It didn't take too long for the van to come to a stop. The park outside looked amazing. The Renaissance fair was apparently set up in a state park this time of year. As Kenneth opened the door, she caught the smells of baking bread and baking meats. She heard a few passing clinks from someone's armor.
"You get to change in here," Gawain stated, as he gathered his things and made for the exit. He turned back to drop a final liner. Amelia quirked an eyebrow, amused.
"Thanks. I think I'll be fine." She chuckled.
The door shut.
She changed out of her jeans and Homestuck shirt, into the skirt, shirt, and bodice. As a finishing touch, she found some hairpins and pinned her hair back into an olde style bun. Old clothes got folded and stashed in the corner by where she'd been sitting. Amelia stepped out of the van's back.
The girl turned to Kenneth. "I left my stuff by the flags. Can't miss it. It isn't ren."
The guy nodded. He got the message. No mixing up her gear with the stuff he was unloading. He gave her a subtle grin. "Gotcha."
Amelia turned to look for Gawain as Kenneth slipped past her to get to work.
Gawain changed from X-man to Medieval knight in ten minutes flat. That had to be a secondary mutation.
He tossed his mundane clothes onto the passengers' seat through the window before he walked around the van to meet Kenneth and Ami. The Ren fair was in full swing around them; music, smells, colors, and all the people in dresses that spanned from Viking to Baroque, and from horribly awful all the way to authentic down to the dye. Gawain grinned. This was his world, and he owned it.
Sir Gawain was wearing black pants (not tights, mind you, because that would just be uncool, and it was reserved for the X-men anyway) and a white linen shirt; over the shirt he wore a tunic of deep crimson, with the same golden star on his chest that Ami might have seen on the shield in the van. He was wearing leather boots (because only loser wear Medieval clothes with sneakers), and a swordbelt without a sword. It was already too hot outside for a cape, or any pieces of armor. There was a pouch hanging from his belt, and a pair of leather gloves tucked into the belt next to it. Sir Gawain was a knight on his day off.
"Thanks for keeping these in good shape" he grinned at Kenneth, before he looked past him and saw Ami. "Whoah."
Ignoring the chuckle from his friend, he walked up to her with a grin and took her by the hand to twirl her around.
"Look at you. Quite the lady. Feels comfortable enough?"
Gawain was shocked. She gave him her hand as he moved to take it, and spun for the man. It was always nice when one was appreciated.
The turn stopped.
"I'm good," She said. She smiled. Beneath the casual reply was an unsaid 'thanks'. Amelia gave a small curtsy for the knight. Her eyes rose to meet his again, taking a good look at his costume on the way up from the curtsy. "You look good too, Sir Knight. Shall we?" She turned her head slightly towards the fair.
>>"I'm good. You look good too, Sir Knight. Shall we?"
She was very pretty. The bodice showed her figure quite nicely, and she moved with the grace modern girls only move with when they are all dressed up. Gawain smirked, and held her back before she started to walk towards the fair.
"Not so fast" he said, swooping her up by the waist and sitting her down on top of the boxes Kenneth had already started unloading from the van. She was light. Or he was strong. Either way.
Dropping to one knee, the young knight reached under the lady's skirts, running a hand down her calf until he reached her ankle. He looked up at her with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Is my lady wearing sneakers?..."
Kenneth snorted in the background. If anybody else would have been nearby, he would have been placing bets.
"Kenneth." Amelia shifted her attention to their ever-loyal driver coolly. "I speak for Sir Gawain when I say 'Get the lady some appropriate shoes.' Please."
"Gotcha," the ever-loyal driver failed to keep a straight face.
Gawain had literally swept her off her feet. Amelia would not lose to something like that. She had blushed enough already today. Besides, he was so charming, it was basically a free pass for him to be cheeky and get away with ****. Within reason, of course.
Her gaze fell to the noble knight holding her leg, with his hands up her skirt.
"I thank you for keeping a watchful eye. On my safety." She concluded. She emphasized the last part with a testing smile and a subtle eye raise. Hopefully, he had not been sneaking any peeks based on reasons other than her safety... with those watchful eyes.
>>"Kenneth. I speak for Sir Gawain when I say 'Get the lady some appropriate shoes.' Please."
That's my girl.
It did not take a genius to know that Gawain was immensely enjoying the whole situation. It was all just a big game; they had already left the real world behind, and in this world, Sir Gawain was free to do whatever he had the nerve for. And so was she.
>>"I thank you for keeping a watchful eye. On my safety."
He rested his chin on her knee for a brief moment, just to look up at her.
"I aim to please."
And because her eyes told her he was getting dangerously close to the line between cute and annoying, the retreated, just in time to take the small cardboard box Kenneth dug out of the van. Opening the box revealed a pair of slippers made of what looked like blue velvet.
"Girls keep a bunch of these in the van" Kenneth volunteered "They get dances to pieces, y'know."
Once the sneakers were exchanged for the slippers, the young knight stoond and held out his hand to her.
He said. Resting his chin on her knee. Her knee. Was she already arching an eyebrow? Good. That stayed where it had been. The entire look did. It was serving its purpose well.
Gawain took the hint. He pulled back to grab the shoes Kenneth had finally found. Finally. What had that been? Twenty minutes of chin-knee-resting? It had felt like it.
Amelia admired the shoes. Okay, now she was smiling. It was basically like something out of Cinderella. Luckily, the slippers weren't glass (due to some translation error in the past).
She took his hand and got to her feet. Now, they were ready. She agreed. She hooked an arm around the crook of his elbow. "Lead the way."
The weather was beautiful, the Ren fair was huge, the dresses were fancy, and he had a pretty girl on his arm. I knew time travel would set things straight. Just what the Doctor ordered.
Gawain smiled as he walked into the middle of the fair. They were in no hurry; they really nothing else to do but wander around and listen to music and look at the costumes and the tables where people were selling so many shiny, curious things. Most of the people were wandering around just like them; some dressed in Medieval clothings, others in plain mundane 21st century, and then there was the occasional vampire or fairy that made it all the more amusing. Some of them smiled when they saw Gawain, or nodded; some even called him by name (always adding the 'Sir', of course). The young knight grinned back at them.
"So, we have the whole day all to ourselves" he told Ami as they walked along "And since I dragged you all the way out here, you get to choose what you want to do. Or what you want to see. There is plenty of both to last all day..."
>>"So, we have the whole day all to ourselves" Gawain said.
Amelia looked his way, turning her head away from what she could have sworn was a picture perfect cosplay of Eowyn (on the arm of a time lord, no less).
>>"And since I dragged you all the way out here, you get to choose what you want to do. Or what you want to see. There is plenty of both to last all day..."
Amelia smiled at him. "For the moment," she said. "I'm just enjoying walking aimlessly with the brave Sir Gawain on my arm." If she were to be giving them a direction or task... She put a finger to her lip and glanced upwards thoughtfully. "I guess if I had to choose a direction, though. Maybe we could check and see if they have anything like jousting or sword fighting. Or dancing."
All three were interesting to watch. The last one was just fun.
>>"For the moment I'm just enjoying walking aimlessly with the brave Sir Gawain on my arm."
"Pleasure's all mine" the brave Sir Gawain chuckled. She really was pretty, any guy would have counted himself lucky to have her on his arm and aimlessly walk around. Some of them were actually looking. Gawain suddenly felt a few inches talled. That's right, look all you want, she's with me, gentlemen... and ladies... and time lords...
>> "I guess if I had to choose a direction, though. Maybe we could check and see if they have anything like jousting or sword fighting. Or dancing."
"I know just the place" Gawain smiled. They walked around and between and among tents, moving with the growing crowd, towards the middle of the fair grounds. Right there, on a small hill under a tree there was a huge wooden table with honorable, grey-bearded men sitting behind it with quills and scrolls of paper. From the looks of it, they must have been the organizers of the fair. Above the table, various shields hung from the lower branches of the tree, with different symbols painted on them. People were milling around the hill and the tree; every once in a while some of them walked up to the table, and pointed at shields.
"There we go" Gawain shadowed his eyes with his free hand "Jousting, swordplay, archery, wrestling, running, falconry, longstaff, mace and shield." he listed "Whoa, they have everything. See, if someone wants to enter a competiton, he has to sign up for them. Dancing's for everyone. They usually do that in the evening after the rest is done." he looked at her and smiled. He was hoping she would want to dance.
"In the meantime, we have brave men and women trying to bash each other's head in. For a prize."
Falconry, huh? All of those options sounded neat. Especially dancing. Damn. That wasn't until the evening, though.
>>"In the meantime, we have brave men and women trying to bash each other's head in. For a prize."
Amelia smirked at Gawain's comment. "Couldn't have said it better myself."
Where to start, where to start? "I've always been curious about archery." She mused, eyes trailing off towards the tables and the shields. She swung her focus back to Gawain with a lopsided smile, explaining. "Legolas. Aragorn. They get mad respect. And I'm a dork." She did not say it like it was a bad thing.
>>"Couldn't have said it better myself... I've always been curious about archery. Legolas. Aragorn. They get mad respect. And I'm a dork."
Gawain grinned. She was something else.
"Let me tell you something" he said, leaning closer as if he was going to tell her a secret. "I'm a dork too."
Yeah, well. A guy called Gawain who takes his date out to a Ren fair. Surprise, surprise. She had no idea.
Leaning down, Gawain picked up a pebble from the ground, and smoothed it in his palm for a moment. It was really not going to be fair with the other archers. They did not have a Danger Room to train in.
Lifting his arm with one smooth movement, he threw the pebble over people's heads; it arched across the distance between him and the shields, and made a sharp sound as it bounced off the shield with the bow and arrows painted in the middle.
Gawain chuckled at that. That was the most deadpan swoon he'd ever gotten from a lady. It was totally worth it.
>>"Let's go sign you up."
He let her drag him along to the sign-up table and the beards sitting behind it. They had already noticed the pebble; most people nearby noticed the pebble. A thin mad with a thin beard pulled out a piece of paper with the bow-and-arrows printed on the top. He looked up at Gawain.
"Sir Gawain, son of King Lot, prince of Orkney."
"That's right." the young knight grinned as the man sribbled the name down.
"Competing in anything else besides archery?"
"Not at the moment."
The thin man nodded. "Competition starts in half an hour. Go around the purple tent towards the woods. Have a splendid day. My lord, my lady."