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.
Of course, she didn't know what he was thinking with the bilingual thing... After all, she lived in the middle of an isolated group of people. Gypsies were weird. Enough said.
"It's only temporary... I wanna get a camper soon, yanno?"
"Okay, okay," she mumbled softly, still feeling quite overwhelmed by what he was talking about. "Okay, food... Please... I... I don't eat a lot, so hungry." Her stomach did a hungry growl to punctuate her point. She finished packing her violin and blanket, then, and pointed toward her beat up Pinto, "My car is over there..." As if it was a great thing to show. She then led him toward said car... The ugly brown car was ugly as sin, but it was immaculately clean. The tires gleamed, as did the paint, and the inside was so clean that one could lick the floor. She unlocked the doors and put her things on the floor in the back, which was set up neatly as a bed with a nice cushion. Of course, it was kind of hard to sleep in there if you were bigger than she was. Anyway... That was home, and she had it set up like home as best as she could, even so much as sticking in some plastic drawers with one of those battery operated lights she used to read with on top like it was a night stand, that served as a dresser of sorts.
She straightened up and looked at him... "So what's the dress code, cowboy? Do I need to change my clothes?"
"Gypsies don't exactly play fair when someone does them wrong, dude. I... don't know if you ever met a Gypsy that wasn't me, but man... We are a pretty loud and scrappy bunch... We've always had to fight for our place in this world..." She wasn't saying this to defend them, but rather, explaining the situation. "If they catch me in the gorger world, gorgers being people like you... non gypsies... outsiders... I could get spit flying in my face and my ass whooped, 'specially since I wiggled my ass out of the trailer window and ran away to get the hell away from that sh*t. Dude, they tried to make me find a nice gypsy boy to marry when I was fourteen... FOURTEEN. Just... no, man. I can't go bacl to that or let them see me."
She was wringing her hands in a most stressed out way. "That's why I came here and why I sleep in my damn car." Her mouth curled downward and she eyed him. It wasn't any sob story, her words were too messed up to be a lie. "And what do you mean when your agent takes a bite?"
"I don't understand Spanish, just... redneck English, okay? And maybe a little Romanian... But that is just how it goes... Yeah... Uh... Not gonna talk about my past anymore so I shouldn't have even brought it up. And no, I don't wanna stay here in the mansion, it's too big and there are too many people... I will make a deal with you, kid... I'll sleep in my car in the parking lot. I am fine doing that... Just... don't make me stay here, okay?"
"What is View Tube?" she asked, curiously, before going on with, "Umm, yeah... I am willin' to try... the food, I mean. Just... No more burgers, okay?" She couldn't even stomach another burger for a long time and would eat just about anything else... Except maybe entrails or something like that. No thank you, please, she thought. Her mouth curled downward at another thought altogether... What if the agent wanted to put her into videos and stuff? Oh, God, what if her ex community saw? She grew pretty wary just thinking about it, though he hadn't exactly explained what doing the music in the professional sense would be. Oh man, her dad would come chasing after her and whoop her, she thought with trepidation.
She bit her lip and looked at him hesitantly, "Maybe this is a bad idea... you know? Um... I... I don't want my family finding me, okay? Romnichals don't take kindly to girls runnin' off... My reputation is already bad for doin' that and hangin' around Gorgers and... I don't know if I should even be here in the city, yanno?" It was a genuine worry to be hunted down and dragged back to Kentucky.
".... No habla...." she muttered. "Sprechen ze English, por favor." She muttered and rolled her eyes a little. She sighed and moved her feet off the gurney, moving to sit up. It was still kind of hard for her to do, she was drowsy from the sedative. Ugh. Martha would probably end up sleeping in her car later... If it had been moved from the grounds to the parking lot. Ugh, what a mess. "Anyways... I am sorry I was such an ass last night... Just... my head hurt, ok?"
She was knocked the heck out... She woke up and looked up at the ceiling groggily after that medicine that had sedated her. Her eyes shifted toward the faint sound of music, she gave a sigh when she saw Iggy sitting there despite the fact she had been a total jerk to him the prior night. Martha waved her hand at him to get his attention.
"Oh... uh... You should know that I never really... performed for more than pennies..." With the exception of the two grand from Rhett that she was still sitting on... for the most part. Still, that didn't count to her since it was stolen money. Then her stomach interjected with a snarl, and she was back on the subject of food. "Um... I think I need a break from burgers. I've eaten my fill of those in the last week or so whenever I am not at the mansion. I can at least say they have more than just greasy burgers and fries. I dunno, what do you think? I am not used to going out to eat much." And it was true. She had her share of different types of food, but restaurant food was so fattening that her mom restricted her a lot on when she got to go out, even though she was an adult.
After the grass fell off the blanket, she folded it neatly and in an OCD moment. She kept brushing at the fabric of said blanket, even so much as picked at a piece of lint she hadn't seen.
He had her at food. She perked up a little and looked at him. "Umm... Yeah, food is nice." She said, but she didn't smile. Her eyes were kind of wary. "What do you want in return? I mean... I can work for the food or somethin', clean your car or somethin'? I mean, I kinda don't like just... lettin' someone do somethin' without me doin' somethin' in return." She was very prideful it seemed. Also, she didn't mind living in her car, really.
"You really think I have somethin'? I mean, I can do more than the violin, I sing too, yanno?" God, why was she babbling? She hated babbling so much, and she kept doing it. "No, no... Forget it... It's stupid, I'm not that good." She moved to put her violin in the case and grab the blanket she had laid out on the ground. She shook out the blanket, then started beating the grass out.
"I'm fine, just hungry. I coulda ate at the mansion but I don't wanna impose." Even though the food was free. She honestly felt guilty taking showers and eating food there, so she only ate there once a day and then tried to earn money for more food and to save up for a camper or something she could live in. "I don't wanna impose and I don't wanna be in a house or apartment anyways, just tryin' to get a camper so I have my own place and I can take it wherever I wanna. I feel weird being a charity case." All the excuses she made just to be away from crowds and here she was in a damn crowd and entertaining a damn crowd, she felt kind of overwhelmed. She stuffed several fries into her mouth and dropped eye contact, her cheeks kind of red at the moment as she pigged out. She really should not be eating just one meal a day, it was taking a toll on her for sure.
She stuffed more food into her mouth, only to find that she was out of food after that and still kind of hungry. But she wasn't about to spend more money on clogging her arteries if she didn't have to. She'd eaten. Maybe she needed some veggies in her life? When she looked up again at Richard, she had an embarrassed look on her face that he was watching her wolf down the food that she'd eaten. She grabbed for a napkin and wipe her face. Ugh.
"Well... It'd be nice," she admitted. "Just... so many people crowding me every time I practice. I don't mind it when I am tryin' to get money, but I do kinda hate crowds either way." With good reason, she thought, but didn't explain. She cast a glance up at the guy, who was... setting her gaydar off. She didn't know exactly how to be around anyone of that nature, seeing as it was quite taboo to gypsy culture for homosexuality to be approached in general. Then she remembered seeing how someone with a mutation got treated, and she thought of how it felt knowing her own family would hate her knowing that she had the gift that she did.
So instead of getting disgusted, she stood up and glanced over to make sure the overreacting crowd had gotten the baby. She had made sure not to push too hard, but the control it took to do that kind of gave her a head ache and she didn't feel well at the moment. No matter. "I dunno if I can pay for space, though... I'm... livin' in my car right now. I mean, I could go to the mansion or whatever but I don't want to be there. I sleep in the parking lot there and maybe get a shower and some food but I ain't comfortable with big places or... crowds, as I just said."
Did they have to sedate her? Now she felt really loopy and was escorted back to the bed. Lucky for her, though, the DocProf showed up and did his thing, though she requested he didn't do too much, just take away the pain and let her sleep. He took care of the concussion, and then she was wide awake. Well, then.
And then there was Iggy, who had annoyed the crap out of her, but he did it because he cared. She felt horrible for yelling at the kid. If he hadn't left, she would wave him over and then tell him she was sorry for being an asshole.
"I am. I hate to admit this but... Well... I get all tight in my chest when I am in there 'cause it is too much for me to take in... And then there are all them people in there. I left the community to get away from all that stuff, you know? Plus, my mom was tryin' to pressure me to find some gypsy boy to marry, 'before it's too late,'" she made the air quotes with that one, then she squared her shoulders and said, "They woulda hated me if they knew I had powers too. Anyways, I... don't know where to go, to be honest. That guy, Iggy... Well... He found me in the city and brought me here cause I had to do some crappy things just to get some food. I'm lost, really."
That whole thing had been told haltingly. It really had been hard for her to talk about. Well, she had yelled it to Iggy when she had hit her head. She was surprised Gemma didn't say anything about the car that backed into a tree about a week or so prior.
"I don't care, oh my god, my head hurts. I just want it to stop hurting." She didn't get up, she just cradled her head in her hands and started blubbering.
