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.
He would hear the click of the lock on the door and a muffled, "Go away." And then she would sit on the floor and lean back against the wall. There, she thought, she would be able to close her eyes and sleep. She sighed and relaxed, closing her eyes and letting herself drift for whatever amount of time she would have before they figure out the door was locked and they would need to unlock it.
"I don't wanna talk, I wanna sleep!" said the muffled voice before she rolled off the bed and stumbled out of the room, fleeing again, this time to look for the ladies room where he was not allowed. Damn it, she thought, but her head hurt so bad. She had to press her hands to the wall to keep her up.
She drove behind him as carefully as she could, feeling quite worried that she would hit something due to the head injury she was still healing from if she wasn't careful. It was surprising enough she had driven her own car as far as she had without another accident. She was doing so well, this time. She did pretty well, she thought as she rounded a corner behind Rhett. He was trying to be at an easy pace to follow, though he did seem to get lead footed every now and then. And then he used a two way to get a hold of her.
“Doin' just fine, honey.” She replied as she, too, sped up. “So far, no touble in paradise for ya, buddy. We almost there?” She wanted him back behind the wheel soon, only because of her nerves. Her head was hurting a little from trying to concentrate on the back of the stolen car.
Her foot lightened up on the gas when she noticed him slow down. A deep breath was taken and she rounded another corner, eventually to pull up behind him once they did reach the docks. Finally, she thought, unbuckling and scooting back over to the passenger seat. Okay, that wasn't as hard as she thought it would be.
Oh... my god... She rolled to the other side and then tightened the pillow over her ear, giving a muffled, "Go away!" Her head was just throbbing so bad by that point, she just wanted the pain to go away and he wasn't helping with shaking the damn bed and yelling at her to stay awake. She didn't care if she went into a coma. "Let me die if I am gonna die, my head hurts."
Why wouldn't he let it drop? She stared at him now, because he kept asking question after question. "Stop." She grunted, "I am going to sleep." She rolled so her back was to him and pulled her pillow over her head. Now if they would just let her sleep, that would be great, she thought and let herself relax... That is, if they let her relax.
She still wasn't paying attention and didn't even know of the crowd, for it was about the music for her. The fact that her violin case was closed and there were no containers with which money could be dropped into meant she wasn't panhandling, but people were dropping coinage and folding money onto the blanket, still. She was that good. She heard the sound of clapping when Canon ended, sighed and pretended her solitude did not just get interrupted, and decided to just play on. Next were just arpeggios, of all things, and she opened her mouth to warm her voice up along with it. That girl had a set of pipes on her! She had quite the range, too, one would learn quickly, for she could do the low notes effortlessly, mid range, high, and yes, falsetto.
Go away, she thought as people friggen applauded her for the falsetto bullsh*t. She popped her eyes open and gave a stare, then peered around for something to use her power on that could cause a distraction. Oooh! Stroller! God, please don't let there be a baby still in there, she thought as she continued to sing and focused on the brakes to the thing.... And then mentally gave a push.... Annnd then heard the little mewl of the baby.... But it got peoples' attention so there was that? The crowd gave the appropriate gasp and most went to help the mother try and get the baby before anything bad happened to it, not that Martha would let any harm come to it... After all, she was pushing the damn thing mentally just to get a break from the stares.
Rhett had gotten under her skin, she was still dealing with head aches from the injury she received in her accident, she had one person or another intruding into her personal bubble for various reasons. It was like she had never left home. So she decided to go away from the mansion, not go see Rhett, and take Betsy, her fiddle, to the park. A secluded spot was next, some place where other people kept away for the most part
Martha spread a quilt on the grass, took her fiddle out and plucked a few strings, then started playing the first notes of Pachelbel's Canon in D Minor. Her eyes closed as the music immediately took her away. She hummed the harmony while she played the melody, and the two sounds made for a gift to the ears of someone who might hear it. Anyone who might be happening to walk by the scene might get drawn in.
In fact, someone did.. and then another... and... another... A crowd gathered round to listen to the sound of her music. She, however, was off in her own little world, not noticing these people who gathered around her...
"I don't LIKE to cook. I don't like to clean. I do it because it has to get done, dude." She sighed and pulled away, super crabby at the moment. Her head hurt so bad, it was throbbing. And he was not letting her sleep. Damn it, why couldn't she just go to sleep?! She shot him a glare. "My head hurts, I'm thirsty, tired, and you keep asking me silly questions about stuff I don't wanna talk about because it's stupid!" She moved to sit up... that was a mistake, the room swam. Ugh... A nurse moved to push her back down and started taking vitals.
"Damn it, I don't even wanna be here and you won't let me leave," she was upset. "Why can't I just be left alone, damn it? Always gotta be someone there, I can't get no breathin' room." He would know she wasn't talking about him now. "Someone always gotta be up my ass. 'Martha, get a good gypsy boy. Martha, you need to clean up after your brothers. Martha, that dress ain't gypsy enough. Martha, why you gotta act like you hate being Romnichal when we're better than everyone!' Always harpin' me about somethin'."
"It doesn't matter what age they are. And it is only illegal if the parents don't agree to it." Her shrug happened. "Seriously, can I go to sleep?" She sighed and curled up on her side, her eyes started to drift closed. "Told you I don't want to talk about my family, okay? I don't want to think about them."
She nodded, and thought about it for a moment. Most of the time, she was careful with driving, but hitting her head might have knocked a little fun into her life a bit ago. Besides, she could overlook it this time, right? More because she wanted to see how far he was going to take something else. She licked her lips with the anticipation she started to feel, rather than the dread she thought she was going to feel. Martha would then say, “Deal. Just don't drive too fast ahead of me, okay?”
Her eyes did stare back at him, but then she turned to get her compact and some lipstick out of her handbag. She said, “I think I will doll myself up a little more for this.” She grinned, then opened the cherry red lipstick that matched the red of that form fitting dress. She applied the lipstick with gentle strokes... Oh, he paid for that too.
When she was done, she put it away and then fluffed at her hair, and adjusted the girls. Then she said on a low voice, “How much longer till we get there?” It was said out of curiosity. She reached to the volume knob, not to turn it all the way down, but just enough not to have to strain her voice talking to him. After all, she did need that for her power, right?
"Just... big. I am used to living in a camper with a buncha other people. I mean... Cause Gypsies do that, I guess. Plus, been sleepin' in my car since I left my community, weird to sleep on a bed." Besides, she thought, she would probably end up cleaning so many nooks and crannies of the mansion that she wouldn't have time to even play her fiddle, and that would suck for her since her power depended upon it.
She looked up at Gemma and tilted her head, kind of not sure what else to say for that moment seeing as it wasn't always fun to say, "Yo, I am a Romnichal, outta my way. Look at me, weeee!" -- That just wasn't how she rolled anyways.
"I don't want to talk about it," she grumped out, "Why you asking me about Kentucky? I lived in a damn camper with five other kids and two adults all my life, only girl out of all them sloppy ass boys, always cleaning and cooking and having to dress in these big ass dresses for every milestone, never allowed to date boys and getting pressure to get married at 14 years old because that's how it is. Now can I please sleep?"
"A coma sounds nice," she said sleepily, her eyes doing that fluttery thing that let him know she was having a hard time keeping her eyes open. "Let me sleep, please. I'm tired." She sighed and started to get sleepier than she was. And then he was asking her a question, and she mumbled, "I don't do shit in Kentucky anymore. I hate it there. Hate being told how to live." Her words faded off and she relaxed, falling asleep.
She slowly slid off the hood of her car, retrieved her violin and locked her vehicle up. Then she moved to the back seat of the car he was getting into, set her fiddle on the floor behind her seat, and slid herself into the front seat. Before she even put her buckle on, she scooted up close to him and reached to touch his face, turning his face so he was looking at her. She leaned in real close, and he would smell the cinnamon on her breath to cover up that burrito she had scarfed down, as she was speaking to him... "I know what you're doing, you asked me to help you, remember? Don't bullshit me, old fart. I didn't come here to steal shit, but I don't care what you do. Kay? Just don't bullshit me, and don't push me." With that, she gave him a kiss on the corner of his mouth, then pulled back to look at him.
She adjusted herself to sit in the seat correctly, buckling her belt and giving him a sidelong glance. "Well? Show me how you get naughty, you old putz... If you follow my two little rules for me? I might even let you have more than just some kisses." It seems she had thought about all this already, not because she was a mind reader, but because she couldn't get the man out of her head. She was highly annoyed by it, to be honest. But there she was... in that car... getting ready to accompany him while he got into all kinds of trouble...
All because she wanted to be with him, give him a chance. Maybe it was the way he had kissed her earlier, or the way he took her to the place to hear the music but acted like he only cared about the food. He didn't fool her, he felt it too. It was he who initiated the kiss, after all.
She went back to her car, but instead of going back to the mansion like she had planned, she grabbed clean clothes and went to the nearest restroom to change into them... When she emerged, she looked completely different... She was wearing a dress with a low back, in red and thigh length skirt, dark hair brushed out so it fell down her back, and sandals on her feet. She got back in the car after getting herself gussied up, including make up, and drove the few blocks to the place she had seen Rhett, the one before the auditorium. Martha got out of the car, then sat on the hood to wait for him to notice her if he was outside, or to come outside and see her.
Assuming he came out or was outside and noticed her, she'd give him a look. Martha's expression was serious. She did not beckon him over but she did say, "I couldn't be your Gal Friday lookin' like a bum." She couldn't believe she was going to do this, but it wasn't about the stealing and stuff, it was about Rhett. She wanted to be with him, simple as that.
Her eyes continued to watch to see what he would do, he would be able to see the vulnerability in her eyes. She was... scared? Yeah. This whole thing was scary, the city, the people, the tall ass buildings that loomed over. Everything was different and she had to let go of this Gypsy life of hers. The only way she could do that was if she rebelled against her upbringing. At least, it made sense in her mind. She waited for his response, kind of hoping he would come grab her from the hood of her car, crush his mouth on hers and then show her his world...
