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.
Posted by Amber Thirsis on Jun 2, 2017 9:51:41 GMT -6
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Amber had been back in New York City for nearly a month. Having first left because Abyss had abandoned her and then the later discovery that her adopted sister, Aura, had as well had been devastating. Overall, she had lived in self-imposed exile in the woods for almost 2 years and it was only her profound loneliness that had brought her back to the city. Since her return, things had been hard but were gradually getting better. Slowly, she was remembering what it was to be human and that her human self was just as important as her dino self. Slowly, her mind was starting to heal.
It was hard. Remembering all those little, unstated rules of social interaction was what was hardest, many of which didn't really make a lot of sense when you stopped to truly consider them. At the Mansion it didn't matter what she looked like, but once she went outside, everyone saw her as a monster and many treated her as such. Then there was the claustrophobia that had developed sometime during her absence; it was no longer entirely comfortable to sleep inside under a roof and within enclosed walls. But, slowly, it was getting better.
It wasn't unusual for Amber to leave the safety of the Mansion walls at night and find herself a park to shift in and enjoy her other forms. As always, the deinonychus was her favourite, a sleek and proficient hunter that was small enough to remain mostly hidden if she was smart. Tonight was such a night and she spent some time simply reveling in the enhanced senses and strength of her dinosaur body. Mere humans could never understand just how limited their body's actually were.
Had this night been like so many others, she would have run around for a few hours, maybe found something to kill and eat and then run home back to the Mansion. This night was not like any other night. Running around a large tree, she spotted something she hadn't seen in at least 5 months. A familiar pink energy that could only belong to one person. Aura? Heart stopped in her chest, she let out an involuntary chirp.
Posted by Amber Thirsis on Jun 1, 2017 10:23:31 GMT -6
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"Oh, of course they are," she agreed, as if it was so obvious it wasn't even worth the mention. "You'd be surprised just how many witches in disguise there are." Like herself, for example. Not that she was really disguising anything, per say. Well, also true that she probably wasn't the type of witch he was thinking of. No green face or warty nose for her nor did she fly around on a broomstick. Because, you know, flying around with your own wings was the way cooler option. Hands down!
Ambrosia laughed at the big red guy's sense of humour. He was a fun one to hang out with, no question. "Elves might be plant eaters but dragons most certainly are not! Even dragons of the tiny and adorable kind." As a human, she couldn't exactly grin in intimidating fashion showing off the rows of pointed teeth she didn't presently possess, but she made gnashing motions with her mouth anyway. Vicious and deadly faerie elf dragon witch that she secretly was and all that. "Plants are nice and all that, but a full meal they do not make."
The waitress wrote down their orders and ran off to get their drinks. "Interesting choice," she commented in reference to the absinthe. She normally preferred to stay away from hard alcohol herself, unless it was mixed with various kinds of yummy fruit juices and sodas.
Posted by Amber Thirsis on Jun 1, 2017 9:26:44 GMT -6
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Even covered as she was, Amber was used to people being unnerved by her appearance. Her black eyes weren't exactly inviting and when there wasn't the need to cover her entire body, walking corpse didn't scream cute and cuddly either. Some dinosaurs could be cute and cuddly, but far less so when they were basically walking dinosaur corpses. Still, she got a fairly warm welcome for the stranger and that was nice.
"Sure, that sounds good, my name is Amber." While she didn't have a lot of experience with gardening, it was something she had been thinking about learning recently. Having a natural sanctuary even in the face of living in a human city might do a lot of good for her psyche in balancing the natural parts of the dino and the synthetic parts human sides of her nature.
She extended a hand to shake and even her hand was gloved, a thin silk glove meant to keep the sun off of it. It was fortunate she was so resistant to the heat otherwise heat stroke might have been likely on hot summer days. "The butterflies seem to like you."
Posted by Amber Thirsis on Jun 1, 2017 9:14:37 GMT -6
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Amber nodded and continued eating. She knew there had to be a legal way to get her id, but she had no idea what that way could possibly be. She was barely holding her own as a human being as it was, let alone did she have an understanding of how to navigate the ins and outs of paperwork. Why did these things have to be made so complicated, anyway?
"Oh, Gemma! Ya, she probably could help. She helped me before, registered me to get my GED." Why hadn't she thought of that herself? That was kind of her job, wasn't it? To help with things like paperwork and other things that wayward mutants might struggle with? Maybe things weren't so difficult, after all.
"Did you know she's an adapted? You go near her and you look normal. Its bizarre." She probably did not that, having been the one to suggest the counselor. Still, it was pretty weird.
Posted by Amber Thirsis on Jun 1, 2017 9:08:20 GMT -6
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Although she did sleep, she slept restlessly. The nerves associated with a need to escape the museum unscathed warred with the excitement of actually trying out her new form. It had literally been years since she'd last acquired a new one and, although she would miss her tiny little camptosaurus, she knew this was ultimately the right choice. With the boar crock, she'd finally have something with some real power at her disposal. Not that her deinonychus didn't serve her well and not that it didn't have an impressive competence when it came to doing harm and killing things, but sometimes one just needed a little bit more size and a little bit more power. Now she had that.
Eventually she was awoken by the sound of a door opening. Creeping as close to the door as she was able to without being spotted, when the next door opened she would be out of there. That occurred, maybe 10 minutes later, when a female scientist entered the room. Thank any Gods that might be listening (not that she believed in any of that) that it wasn't the cops or Metabots. Those would be coming soon but she wasn't about to stick around and wait for them. She scurried out the door, out of sight out of mind and back into the public area of the museum.
It was far more empty in the public section at this early hour of morning, mainly consisting of maintenance staff and the like. As such, it took relatively little time to find the area in which she had stashed her robes. Of course, now came the new problem of maintenance staff patrolling to clean the area of debris and ensure that all the displayed were clean and up kept. Fortunately they hadn't yet gotten to the area where her robes were stashed. Unfortunately it wouldn't take them much longer to get there.
Posted by Amber Thirsis on May 31, 2017 19:10:38 GMT -6
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Amber had a love/hate kind of relationship with the sun. She loved the light and warmth that it provided and sometimes felt jealous of those who could enjoy it without a care of worry. She hated what it did to her while she was in her human body. In any number of dinosaur forms, she could walk in daylight without fear and sunbathe as she liked. As a human, however, even a short amount of direct exposure would burn and blister her sensitive skin. Sometimes life just didn't seem fair, but this was the price she was forced to pay for the amazing gifts she possessed as a mutant.
Recently and on a whim, she had taken to going outside with a large sun umbrella, in addition to the robes that normally covered almost every inch of skin. It wasn't a perfect solution and, given enough time, the sun would still penetrate her being and cause her harm, but it allowed to her enjoy the daylight for short periods of time with far less worry. As long as she didn't roam too far from the safety of shelter, she could go outside with relative freedom and that still felt amazing.
A beautiful partially cloudy day, outside was calling. Since her return from the last couple of years spent in the woods, indoors felt claustrophobic more often than not. Protective umbrella open, she made her way out to the gardens which always had a peaceful, tranquil feeling. There weren't many people out that afternoon, except one stranger she hadn't seen around before. "I hope you don't mind if I join you?" she asked, keeping a polite distance. She was still getting used to interacting with humans again, after so long spent in self-imposed exile in the woods.
Posted by Amber Thirsis on May 31, 2017 15:01:47 GMT -6
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If Derek is all ready at the Mansion, anywhere on Mansion grounds works. If he's not yet arrived, most public places in the city work although Amber is rarely out during daylight.
Posted by Amber Thirsis on May 31, 2017 12:16:09 GMT -6
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Cool. Did you have something in mind or would you like a meet and greet sort of thread? Either way, if you want to get something started and link me, I'll jump in from there.
Posted by Amber Thirsis on May 31, 2017 10:09:04 GMT -6
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I can throw a Zombiesaur at Derek, if you're interested. Amber lives at the Mansion. She's asexual and re-learning what it is to be human after a couple years spent in self-imposed exile in the woods living as a dinosaur.
Posted by Amber Thirsis on May 31, 2017 9:50:49 GMT -6
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Sometimes it was fun to see how people reacted to living dinosaurs. Just because she was a half dead zombiesaur, didn't mean that she didn't have a sense of humour. Sure, it tended to towards more dark and morbid paths sometimes, but it wasn't like she as hurting anyone by it. Sometimes, however, being a dinosaur had its disadvantages, most prominent among them the fact that she couldn't exactly speak. Clicks, trills and chirps were all well and good, but they didn't exactly impart a lot of information. That was frustrating. Luckily, there was a simple way to fix that problem.
Looking back and forth between the two, a few more chirps tried to get across the message that she was leaving for a minute and would be back shortly. She further lifted a clawed hand with 1 finger pointed up to try and suggest that she would only be gone a moment. Having done the best she could with the tools at her disposal, she ran behind a nearby tree where her robes and umbrella were stashed. With a thought, bones morphed and shifted, scales disappeared into flesh, limbs grew and her human body stood where once there was a tiny dinosaur. Working as quickly as she could to put her robes back on before the damaging sun would burn her, she opened her umbrella for shade and walked back to the others.
"Hello to you both." She found them both talking. "Um, I'm the dinosaur. Its easier to talk in my human body." She smiled at them both, although she was well aware that these days her smile appeared more ghastly than friendly.
Posted by Amber Thirsis on May 31, 2017 9:42:31 GMT -6
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Amber had never had much of a problem with being a mutant. Sure, sometimes there were struggles relating to looking as she did and there were even greater struggles relating to her extreme sensitivity to sunlight, but her sister Aura had taught her that to be a mutant was to be special and that she should embrace that specialness. That was a lesson she had taken to heart and even when things got hard, she never forgot that important lesson.
"Hi Gemma. I remember you from years ago, before I left." Not well, but she remembered. There were cookies involved. "Thank you for helping me." Did whatever you need help with also include a lesson on how to be human? She kept that question to herself.
"Um, yes my GED. I don't know if I really need it because of what I am but, you know, maybe I might some day. So I should probably get it."
Posted by Amber Thirsis on May 31, 2017 9:34:55 GMT -6
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Taking another bite of her own food, Amber nodded her acknowledgement. "Um, I don't have any ID. If Abyss was still around he might have my adoption papers or maybe my birth certificate, but he's gone." Another pang of sorrow at her lost father. Would she ever get over his abandonment of her? The fact that it probably hadn't been personal and there was probably a very good reason for his disappearance didn't occur to her.
"I'm old enough though and I like music." All the long hours she'd spent learning the violin felt like a lifetime ago now. Probably because it was a lifetime ago. So many things had happened since she'd been so young and naive. Maybe some would say she was still young, but she'd never be naive again.
"Maybe Ghost could help me get an ID. Or...um...someone." She took a sip of water. There wasn't really anyone else she knew to turn to and probably Ghost wasn't appropriate either. She was, what to her exactly? A kind motherly woman who had let her come live at the Mansion. Not actually her mother. It was sad to be alone in the world.
Posted by Amber Thirsis on May 31, 2017 9:25:30 GMT -6
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"A fiddle is always a beautiful accompaniment to the guitar," she agreed. There was a reason the violin and guitar had been her first two instruments. They were her favourites and especially so when they worked together in harmony. While she had a few regular jam partners, none of them played the fiddle so this was a rare opportunity to be on the other side of things for once.
"Take all the time you need." Having arrived a little bit early, she'd all ready had time to warm up. In her experience, it always went a little bit smoother when your fingers had been given the chance to stretch themselves out a little bit first.
"All right, lets do this!" she agreed with exciting, striking the first few chords. What she didn't realize, as the music began, was that behind them in the far corner of the park, was a growing group of malcontents. Had she been closer or had she bothered to turn around to fully take in her surroundings, she might have recognized a couple of them as past troublemakers, mutants who believed they were better than humans and that humans should be subjugated beneath them. Mutants who took issue with any mutant 'race traitor' who chose to befriend the lowly humans. Mutants who had violently interrupted protest circles she'd been a part of before. Unfortunately, she didn't turn around and didn't know any of this. All she knew was that she was about to make beautiful music with her newest friend.
