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.
She sighed and dropped her food on the table, "Why does everyone think I want help?! I don't! I don't want to live in the mansion, I don't want to live with people, I just want to live by myself where nobody is telling me to cook or clean, take care of my damn brothers, do this, do that, get married! I don't want to rely on a man for my money! I don't want help." She was lashing out, not necessarily at him but in general. "And NO! I am NOT okay!!! I live in my f***ing car! Do you think I enjoy sleeping in my car?! I don't! And my car?! It keeps breaking down on the highway!! I hate it! I hate being hungry! I hate being alone!" Yeah, she just said it, "And yes, I am HUNGRY! GOD!" With that, she grumped her way out of the fast food place and to her car where she could curl up in the back seat and just... not think about it anymore.
She wanted to be accepted more than anything in this world, but she couldn't accept herself... Not when she wasn't familiar with everything outside of the Gypsy community. Everything was so different; people were less moral on the outside, they were more mundane too. Most people didn't take pride in what they did, they didn't keep their homes or properties cleaned, they didn't take care of their kids... It took being gone to realize that while being a Gypsy meant being restricted, she understood now that it was to protect the way of life. At the same time, she hated a lot of the things that Gypsies did... Loud people, the need to outdo everyone else, the constant yearning for attention from the outside world without wanting to be part of the outside world. So many things.
Gemma appeared after she kind of flopped into leaves conveniently piled up... Okay, she noticed she was under some kind of course (the one Xavia set up for her own training) and she was under a tree marked with a fluttering piece of cloth. She looked up at Gemma, quiet for a time before she rolled onto her stomach and buried her face into her arms. She burst into tears and said, "I don't know where I belong."
She nodded. The car gave a shudder of protest as she put it into the correct gear. Nope, it was an old, stick shift from the seventies and it still ran somehow. She knew she needed to give the car up, but it had been the right price. She knew it was a hoopty from the start. She drove them through the streets, following the gps he had up.
Martha wasn't very talkative while she was driving, she had kind of a depressed and tired look on her face. Of course, it was hard to be happy when one felt like they didn't belong. I mean, she couldn't even handle being inside the Mansion to live, and they were willing to help her out with a camper or something... But it was hard to accept all that.
"I'll be fine..." she said with a sigh. And then she kind of gave a look to Gemma, a long one. Her head tilted and she bit her lip. It was one of those looks that said she probably just hit her limit on feels or something. Martha looked like a fish out of water. The young lady blinked several times. Had she really been so deprived of basic human needs where her own family couldn't even give her emotional support for so many confusing things? And now, there she was at a place that was new and overwhelming to her, yammering to strangers about her feelings, which was so out of her norm. Martha seemed to hug her legs tighter, pressing her lips together so hard that there was a while line around them. "Won't I?" she asked, her voice breaking.
She had never felt more alone than she did right then and there, even though there were people there who could help her. Did they know her mother never hugged her? That instead of getting to be a kid, it was always her responsibility to take care of her brothers and the camper, and everyone was always yelling and yelling and yelling, and so many people were pressing in all the time... God, Martha stood up and just started to walk away because she was tired and angry and sad all at once, and she wanted to yell at the top of her lungs, then cry, and perhaps sleep... In that order.
She didn't know where she was going, she started to run toward the woods, just running and running, deep into those woods until she found what she thought was a haven. And then she was just... Yelling and hitting and venting out her frustrations for her situation. She didn't know why nobody ever cared enough to let her be her. She punched and kicked and yelled over and over until finally, she flopped into the foliage and just lay there. Whether Gemma came after her or not, she wouldn't know unless the woman said something to her...
She closed her eyes as the sunlight touched her face and just started to let it out, not because she wanted to be felt sorry for, but because she really just needed a good friggen cry. Then she could start moving in the right direction, right? Oh god, she felt like a kid who had just had a temper tantrum.
"I see..." she said, sounding drowsy now. She set her chin on her knees and tried to hold back a yawn. It was a wonder what food lining a once, empty belly did. "I guess I can... take up your offer on a camper or somethin', but... only until I can pay for my own... And maybe I will talk to someone who is like me. I don't know what to do."
She picked again at the blanket, feeling depressed at the situation, and she lapsed into silence, not knowing what else to say. It was really hard, even with being able to relate to someone.
"Yeah? Sounds cool. I mean, if I was younger, maybe I coulda been a student here, but I am twenty two, and I already graduated high school. I didn't even know this place was a thing. They don't talk about this stuff in the community, it's taboo to talk about mutants. Well, lots of things are taboo. Anyways, anybody here now know how to do it? Or are they all gone?" She grabbed the sandwich she was nomming upon, stuck several potato chips into it, then chomped down several bite until it was gone, again, picking at crumbs and such. The sandwich was enough to finish filling her up even though there was still more food, she stopped going for food.
With her stomach full, she sighed, setting the plate off to the side and lifting her knees to set her chin on. Her hands continued to move.
"I am savin' up for one, but they cost so much for just a pop up camper," she said and ate a big chunk of sandwich in one bite, her cheek puffed out like that of a chipmunk. Yeah, she was still pretty hungry and didn't even think about it since she was still arranging things with her free hand. Once the chips were all satisfactory, she stacked the remainder of sandwiches just so and then started smoothing at wrinkles in the blanket that was sat on. If any crumbs dropped upon her, she would pick them off in the way one would pick lint off. Girl just couldn't keep her hands still!
"One of those costs just as much as a tiny home, may as well get a tiny home instead but I can't pull a tiny home behind no pinto, let alone a pop up camper."
"I wanna drive. All my stuff is in there, I don't like the thought of just leavin' it anywhere makes me nervous, you know?" She said as she finished putting the stuff away. She got into the driver's seat and spent the next several minutes trying to start the damn car, only to have it putter... And then it loudly came to life. RAWR, went the engine, only to die moments later. It didn't phase her, however, she seemed to be used to it. Finally, it came back to life and she gestured for him to get in on the passenger side, saying loudly over the noise, "Come on, gotta get this beast goin before it dies again."
She hit the gas a few times to keep the engine going, making sure not to flood. It knocked a few times, but then it seemed to get fine again after that. Assuming he got in the car, she headed off. "Which way?"
"I honestly don't know what to do." She continued to arrange her food and eat in her hungry way. The offer for her to stay in the mansion, it was really nice. She could take the offer, she wouldn't have to worry about food ever again, or worry about her stupid car breaking down on the highway. She had already started saving up for a camper, a cheap one. Rhett had already given her two grand and every time she was out in the city and performing, which wasn't enough to consider it a job, she would put most of the money into her new bank account... But how did one put in pennies and expect to get a camper that, brand new, cost as much as a cheap house or a tiny house. She had done the research at the library... A pop up camper would cost around $30k or more.
"If I stay, I would still not wanna live inside the mansion. I mean, I appreciate the offer, yanno? But I wouldn't know what to do with all the space. Iggy showed me one room and it was bigger than any space I ever had. I mean, I have a buncha brothers and my parents, and only two sleepin' areas. I had to sleep on an air mattress in the kitchenette while my brothers piled on the big bed and momma and dad slept on the smaller bed." She didn't know why she was talking about it to Gemma, but it felt nice to be able to vent and not be pushed into doing so.
"Maybe," she said, picking at her food and looking down at it, slowing down because her stomach was dealing with what she had already wolfed down. She took another, more dainty bite, then moved some chips around on the plate, arranging by size in her OCD manner before eating one or two. "I don't like doing the music for that, it gives me a head ache, but it's the only way I could keep it a secret and now it's the only way I can do it, yanno? And sometimes I do it without meanin' to. I don't even see the stuff movin' until after it moved. It's not good to have these kinda powers as a Gypsy." she shrugged. At least not legit powers other than fortune telling. "I guess I noticed I had these when I was 14 and my ma was puttin' pressure on me to get married by 16. I wanted to finish school and do somethin' with my life and it was always her yelling at me for wantin' to be more like a gorger. She's right to a point. Who wants to be stuck under their parents' thumbs at my age? I'm an adult and wanna live like one. But I dunno what I am doing, sleeping in my car and wanderin' around without knowing where to go, and hoping they don't find me."
"Nothin fancy. I might take it to the backwoods and get me some property someday to make one of those little houses I saw in Ohio. Like, they make these really small houses, you can move them around just like a trailer... I think they are called 'tiny houses' or whatever. It'd be great one day, but from what I understand, they cost a buttload. For now, a pop up camper is good. I mean, It is a lot like a tent and I can put the flaps down to make it warm, get me a space heater for the winter, it will be great."
She actually seemed cheered by the prospect of getting one of those. She knew if she kept saving, she would have one sooner than she thought.
"Oh, um.. You d--- Okay..." she said as Gemma took off for the mansion. She opened her trunk up and pulled out the neatly folded blanket she used for sitting on outside. She spread it out and sat down... And then Gemma reappeared with sandwiches and chips and other stuff. Oh man, the lady knew where to hit with her. She hardly got to eat and that food looked so good. She had to keep her hands in her lap until the food was offered, and then she couldn't help but grab a sandwich, grab a bunch of chips and stick them in there.
She took a healthy bite, big enough for one cheek to be a chipmunk cheek, and she spent several moments chewing and swallowing the large bite, and paused long enough to say around said bite, "Thanks."
And after the bite, she went on to say, "You asked about what I can do... Um.. it's really stupid, but I can move junk by singing and playin' my fiddle. I mean, it has it's uses and stuff but... yeah, I am still kinda tryin' to figure it out."
"Oh... Uh... I don't know, maybe I shouldn't..." She said, looking at the mansion and wringing her hands. She really did hate going in there for more than just a few minutes, it overwhelmed her so much! Her teeth worried at her bottom lip and she shook her head, "I can't... I mean, not that I ain't appreciative, yanno? But... I don't like it in there." It wasn't even just a matter of being just overwhelmed, it caused her so much trouble the first time she went in there, that she had fainted behind the wheel of her car trying to run off.
"I don't know," she repeated, and then grimaced when her tummy repeated it's growl.
"I dunno how long I will stay... I mean... I ain't exactly feelin' right about eatin' food and doin' other stuff here if I ain't earnin' my keep." She gave a shrug and then moved from the car to the ground before she would end up with a crick in her neck. She looked kinda tired by that point. "I am tryin' to save up for a camper, I don't need much space." And it was true... She did not need a house or to live in a mansion, she was perfectly happy in a trailer. Ironic, considering her circumstances.
She peered at Gemma and continued, "I wanna be able to go all over sometimes, don't want them to find me. I crawled out the back window to get out of there." Annnnd her stomach growled because she hated walking into the mansion and grabbing free food even though that was why it was there.
