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.
Gwen almost frowned when Charlie put away the whiskey. It was probably for the best. She was feeling pretty good, anyways, and they were having some serious conversations. She put her hands together and placed them delicately in her lap.
She nodded as she listened to Charlie explain how far women have come. Almost as many rights as men? That was amazing, "I saw people wearing jeans and really short skirts and and pants." She chuckled and cringed all at the same time, "In my time, that might honestly have gotten you hanged." Wow, though. How far the world has come.
She listened to Charlie's proposal to join the Syndicate carefully. Why was it called 'Syndicate?' It sounded kinda... Intimidating, honestly. She did have a good point - organizations usually focused on one thing. She just didn't want it to be a 'destroy all humans' kind of organization.
She was a firm believer in equality - the abolition movement, the rising of the women's rights movement, made her feel all the more comfortable with calling herself an egalitarian. "It sounds good..." She blushed a little, "I apologize if I insinuated the organization would not be an equal organization. You are correct that each organization focuses on different objectives. Living through the abolition movement has made me a little intense in my desire for liberty for all people." She did not want Charlie to take offense if she was speaking the truth.
She nodded, "I would love to see, if you do not mind, of course." She gave Charlie a smile. It would be great to know what type of organization she'd be joining and of course, what her actual duties would entail.
Gwen gave Charlie a mischievous smile. She loved some good liquor. It wasn't classy but no one needed to be classy all the time. And if she was right about this time, no one gave a rats *ss. That made her pretty excited about this time, actually. Maybe she could finally live like she was at least somewhat free? Maybe. If she was lucky, at least.
She nodded. Wow. Women can vote, wear pants, and own property? Good Lord, how the times have changed. It made her excited - she was a strong believer in abolition, equality of the sexes, and all that progressive ideals. "Can you tell me more? How far have we come?" She asked, her interest peaked. She mentioned there was some still way to go, but compared to how it was in the past, it was amazing.
She toasted her shot into the air and grinned, "Cheers!" She chugged it and with a deep breath, finished it off. It felt good. Unfortunately, despite her drinking and her love for it, she didn't exactly have a high alcohol tolerance - she was already feeling buzzed. It was a relaxing buzz. Really, though, if she was calmer it would probably help Charlie out, too.
She nodded. That made sense - it probably had huge metropolises like New York City was. How fascinating.
She frowned. Mutants weren't a good thing in the world, apparently. It made sense in her time - people believed them to be demons, which clearly wasn't the case. They were people with gifts and should be accepted as such, not demonized - literally. How bad was it, though? "How bad is it? Are they treated similar to the slaves of the 19th century?" She was not entirely sure what it meant exactly.
She watched Charlie move forward - it didn't have to be that way? Well, hell, sign her up. She was all for equality, egalitarianism - it's what was supposed to make America great. She was cautious, though. Did they only help mutants? She presumed humans were mostly not discriminated against unless they fell into minority groups, "What about disadvantaged humans? Are they cared for? I like to see that all people are treated equally. If that is the goal and you are telling me I can be of assistance to this job, I would love to help. What type of assignment would I have?" Maybe getting a job wouldn't be so hard, actually?
Gwen perked a brow. Charlie seemed pretty excited about the idea of Gwen asking for some liquor. It took a moment for her to realize that Charlie may have been surprised by her. She was a wealthy, merchants daughter - she was going to be a senator's son wife. She was high class, at least in her time. She didn't feel very high class in this time. Actually, she wasn't, she had no money. She was broke. No home, no family, no friends. It was just her... Well, and Charlie, but that's presuming Charlie didn't get sick of her.
She watched as Charlie filled the glass and sat it down in front of her. She took it, "Cheers," she replied with a modest smile. She then chugged the liquor filled glass. As in, she drank it as it poured down her throat. It was refreshing, disgusting, and she made a little scrunchy face for a moment but sighed as it settled into her stomach. It felt good. At least some things didn't change - whiskey was still whiskey. There was a God. Her drinking probably surprised Charlie, considering Charlie's probably impressions of her. She wasn't exactly a model woman in her time - she snuck out, drank with the boys, and done some other hoodlum things. It was a darn good thing she was getting married to someone who lived in PA instead of in Mass.
In either case, women could drink now. It looked like Charlie might even own this place? She had to ask the next burning question, "Can we vote?" We, of course, being women. Hopefully Charlie recognized that.
She shook her head, "That is it. I can whisper into your ear, even if you're as far away as Oregon territory... Well... Is it still a territory, actually? I can see that far as well - as if I was looking straight through your eyes. I had a friend who decided to head West. She was closing in on Oregon territory when I couldn't connect with her anymore." It might have been a state? Maybe it didn't even exist? Who knew. Oh well. Charlie would probably fill her in. She chuckled, "My father... He would get a hair or some item from his business partners and he would have me watch and listen to their deals. I got him some good leads into different business ventures - here and outside. It felt kinda like cheating, though." She shrugged, "Sometimes my whispering could help, but most of the time it gave them the creeps. People don't hear it as their own, just as my voice."
She nodded, "That's how you know my time, then. That makes sense. I mean, as much as anything makes sense to me, at least."
She gave Gawain a smile before looking out towards another family that had ran by. That was one good thing - kids didn't die like they use too. It was normal for a kid to die in her time, in fact, usually several. And sometimes the mothers themselves. A similar situation happened to her betrothed.
She chuckled and nodded, "Yes, I am. In my time, we viewed people with these mutations as demons, or possessed by some manner of evil spirit." She sighed, "I am glad the world has slightly moved away from that way of thinking. It was not a good way to view the world. Lots of people who had these mutations were probably killed." She shrugged, "It was the time." Her time period did a lot of terrible things - of course, the generations ahead of her did some pretty awful things, as well.
She gave Gawain a smile again before realizing he must be a mutant too, "And yourself? You must be a mutant as well since you work at this school?"
She took another sip of the tea. A long sip. She needed liquor, after all this. Were women allowed to drink in this time? A glass of champagne would be nice. Of course, a bottle of whiskey would be even better. Maybe Charlie would have some...? She seemed like a drinking kinda gal. And if women could wear jeans and skinny little dresses, she was sure they probably got drunk as much as the men did in her time. Maybe. Hell, why not ask? "Do you have any... Champagne? Liquor? Whiskey?" She wasn't sure the terminology they used for alcoholic beverages now-a-days.
She nodded, almost apologizing again. She did feel bad for Charlie. She was trying to help and Gwen was nearing a mental break down any second. Of course, Gwen did have some pretty big reasons to be nearing that break down - she's literally over 100 years into the future, has no idea about anything, has never even been in New York City in her own time, let alone a brand new timeline in the future.
She stared at the little gadget and perked a brow. A telephone? She picked it up in her hand and tapped on it. What type of... Glass was that? How did it know? She took a deep breath - she didn't need to know how, at least not yet. She just needed to figure out how to use it. She touched a couple of the icons, unsure of what they would do. She ended up pulling up a thing called 'browser' before she sat it back down. She arched a brow, "Kind of like a telegraph? Except, in a telephone...? With no wires?" It was confusing, but Gwen nodded. She had to just accept it for now.
She nodded as Charlie explained what a mutant was. Evolved human. What did evolve mean, actually? She perked a brow, "You're 260 years old?" Her eyes widened, "I am under the assumption you were not thrown into the future, though." It was pretty clear Charlie had adapted very well to this time - even her voice and accent were modern.
She nodded, "Yes, we mostly thought people with any type of other worldly powers were possessed by Lucifer." She knew a couple of kids that were said to do weird, strange things with their minds. They were hanged for witchcraft.
She paused and stared at Charlie for a moment, debating on her answer. She sighed, knowing she had to be honest. She could never be honest in her time. No one knew about her powers, except for her father. She took a sip of tea and she nodded, "Yes, I can. I presumed it was the sinner part of me that made it so, but I guess it is due to this 'evolved' human... Thing, you mentioned."
She figured it would be best to demonstrate. She knew nobody here, so she couldn't actually locate anyone for her remote viewing but she could whisper into Charlie's ear. She decided to give a brief explanation before she demonstrated, though, "I can see what other people see through their eyes. I can also whisper into their minds, except they hear my voice instead of their own." She rubbed her hands against her arms, "I will show you." She paused, closed her eyes, and then viewed the room from Charlie's eyes. It was always a surreal experience when she did this. With a faint whisper into her mind, "How do you do, Charlotte?"
Gwen didn't tell Charlie that she was going to do this, though. She probably should have, but she needed to do this alone. This was her accepting her fate, her new world, her new timeline. She had plenty of other stuff to do, like find out about her family - is there any of them left? Did they die out? There was tons of information she had to find - and she could barely find anything. She was enjoying all the cat videos on the 'ViewTube', though. They were very silly and fun.
She knew she needed to get a... Cell phone, too. She just wasn't sure what she would even do with it - she only knew Charlie and Gawain, and she only really ever talked to Charlie to begin with. Everyone else she just had met passing by, ordering coffee, getting dinner, or doing something else. No friendships were ever made.
Either way, her mind was drifting from where it needed to be. She had a mission, a duty to finish. She was an honorable woman, even if she was from the 1800's. She needed to do things the proper, legal way and hope for the best.
Gwen was in her own world and nearly jumped a foot when she heard someone approach and then actually talk to her. She put her hand over her heart and gasped, "Oh, my Lord. I apologize, you gave me quite the fright." Gwen was a little easy to scare, still. She was still nervous walking the streets. In her time, there wasn't even this many people in the entire country probably. There was literally millions of people all within a few hundred miles of each other. It was crazy but it showed the amazing progress humanity had made over the years.
Once recovered, she looked at Officer Mellitus with a perked brow, her violet eyes scanning and realizing she was, indeed, an officer of the law. "Yes, if you would be so kind." She sighed, where would she even begin...? "Do you remember on the... Television... And Newspapers, a few weeks ago about a girl running out of a train car that was teleported from 1862 here?" She waited for a moment for an answer, before continuing, "I am that woman." She hoped to the good God above that the woman had seen the news report, the investigations, etc so she wouldn't have to explain everything again. "I need to get my documentation, such my 'identification', updated. I have my 1862 documents, like birth certificate and passport, but nothing else. May you assist with that type of inquiries? If I need to explain the train car situation, I can," she sighed. "I just hate re-explaining it all the time," she muttered as an after thought.
Gawain was a cute guy. He was a bit oblivious to her situation at first, but she couldn't blame him - she was dressed in 1860's attire in a museum. It would make entire sense that he would think she was an actress. She kinda wished she was just pretending - but the modern world had its perks. Warm showers, easy access to food and water (and sodas? She loved Dr. Pepper. It was amazing.) Some of the food joints seemed pretty good but nothing would ever be as good as home cooked meals. And she was a terrible cook, so it didn't happen often. Probably another good reason she ended up in this time and not a housewife.
>> "This is where I work. It's a... boarding school, for mutant kids. But even if you're not a mutant, you are welcome to visit, or stay. We are good at helping people far from home..."
She smiled and took the card and nodded, "Thank you for your offer. I appreciate your kindness. I will definitely reach out to you or this organization, if even for just a visit." She liked Gawain, so she definitely wanted to talk to him again. She chuckled though, she was definitely a mutant, "Did the eyes not give it away?" Technically, her eye color had nothing to do with her mutation - at least, not as far as she knew. It happened when she got ripped from her time. Not really sure why or how, anyways.
She could tell Charlie didn't know what to do or say. Gwen wasn't really looking for an answer, it was just a moment of realization. She had lost everything. It did not mean that she wouldn't build a new life here, it just meant she was just in a really bad place. She grabbed the mug and began to take some sips of the tea. It was... Different. It wasn't bad, but it was different. She could get use to it. She took another sip.
She actually began to chuckle a little. It wasn't funny, but it was kind of funny - 'probably talking to the worst person.' She was the only person who had even bothered to talk to her. Everyone else just grabbed those gadgets and stared. She couldn't think of anyone else she'd rather be venting too - she just felt bad that she was putting Charlie in a situation that made her uncomfortable.
Gwendolyn sighed and stared at the tea in the mug for a moment, "I am sorry," she whispered, "it is just you are the only one that did help me and I thank you so much for that. Everyone else just had those... Things in their hands. Some even got really bright." She pulled some of her hair behind her ear and looked back to Charlie. She needed to get her head straight. She couldn't keep moping about. She had to figure out what to do -if there was a way home, she had to find it. If not, she had to adjust to this new world. She had to learn how to live.
She nodded. Charlie worked for an organization that could help her with both of those things. Maybe getting a trade wouldn't be so hard, after all. Everyone seemed richer in this time, so maybe she was in for a great difference in her quality of life. Everyone did have remarkable teeth, surprisingly. Luckily for Gwen, she had good genes on her teeth. They weren't too sparkly and definitely not as white as someone in this time, but they weren't in nasty shape.
She shook her head, "No... I do not know what a 'mutant' is. Are you referring to the boy... That was on the train car? I do not know how I got here, but he was turning white when I ran into him. Then, I fainted. I don't know what happened but I am sure the boy died."
It had been a while since she got teleported into this time. She had used these 'computers' at libraries to try to find information about her family, but she was unable to locate anything about them. There also tended to be no searches on this 'Google' that helped her find a way back to her time. She knew it was pointless and she knew she had to accept that. She didn't mind living in this time - it felt more right in her mind, at least in terms of progress. It was mostly her family that she missed. She had no way to ever know what happened to them.
In either case, she knew it was time. She had to make herself documented in the United States of America in... 2017. She sighed. She had picked out a few outfits with a couple friends help, primarily Charlie's. She couldn't wear her corsets and her dresses from her time and it was time she let that go. It felt fitting that this would be the first time she'd wear a 2017 outfit - a navy blue sweater and a long peach dress. It seemed like a nice outfit, anyways. Maybe she'd fit in pretty well.
She sighed as she began her journey to the police station. She had decided it was the safest bet for her to walk. Charlie had told her about the subway, the metro, and the buses but she wasn't for that. She didn't have a card, anyways. She brought a folder full of her information from the 19th century and headed off.
Once she arrived at the police department, she sighed and leaned against a column. It was overwhelming. There was too many people, no personal space, and no good places to hide. She was vulnerable, out in the open. She had all her possessions from 1862 with her. It was probably a bit dangerous, if anyone actually knew what she was holding. It was technically antiques. She knew she had to go into the police department, but she just gazed at the building with her now violet eyes. Was she ready to do this? Was the police department even the place to start this process? She wasn't even sure. But police officers upheld the law, right? Maybe they could help her. Maybe.
Gwen didn't understand this world. She knew she didn't belong. She also knew she wasn't going to get back to her time - she could tell, just from intuition. Her only passage here was destroyed. There wasn't anyway for her to get back. That was something she had to accept. She had to quit asking questions, too. She felt like she was getting on Charlie's nerves, already.
She slipped into the apartment and took a seat, staring at the apartment. She looked it over - unsure of what any of the items in it.
She nodded. Charlie was right - she needed to calm down. She took a deep breath and let it out. She did this a few times. She was a bit calmer - at least she wasn't stuck in those huge crowds anymore. She was safe, in an apartment, with someone who wanted to help her. That was nice, at least. She held her hands in her lap, nervously twiddling her fingers.
Big questions? Something broad bothering her? She wasn't sure. She sighed, "My family is dead. I was suppose to get married in a couple days to help my father... But I am here now. I am glad I am out of the marriage, nevertheless, I will never see my family again. I have no money to live here. I have no skills for this time. At least, I imagine I do not." She sighed and put her hands into her face. She had no idea what to do.
Gwen perked a brow. How could Charlotte know what she was going through? Did she get thrown through some type of time thing too? She nodded, unsure of how to react, "How?" She whispered it, almost like it was a dirty secret. She wasn't sure why she whispered. Charlotte hadn't whispered it. She just didn't know what to do or not to do. She figured that Charlotte would tell her more once they were in the apartment, anyways.
She followed Charlotte into the stairs and said a polite thank you for holding the door openf or her. How many stairs was this? She never saw so many tall buildings in her time - it seemed to be like 2-3 stories, max. "How many stories does this time have...? All the other buildings with glass... How does it support it?" She asked as they climbed the stairs. She wasn't sure how they didn't collapse. It just seemed crazy to her. Of course, this entire time period seemed crazy to her.
Once they were at the sixth floor, she followed Charlotte to her apartment and nervously rubbed her arms together. She hoped she hadn't made a mistake going into a random home with someone she just met. She didn't seem like a threat so Gwen just took a breath and let go of those type of thoughts. The woman wanted to help her, and apparently, knew of her time. That was a good sign.
Gwendolyn knew she needed to get herself together. There were people in the cars, so most likely they were relatively safe. Hopefully, anyways. She stared at the large glass buildings, "There is so much glass... How is there so much glass?" In her time, glass was rare and a sign of extreme wealth. But now every building had it, were practically made of it? It was just so extreme.
She nodded slowly. So it was at least kinda like a staem engine. Maybe they had just built up on previous technology? Maybe it was kinda like a train car, just smaller. She wondered if they still had regular trains. She gave Charlotte a smile and a nod. She wasn't why the woman took an interest in her, but she was glad she did. Gwen was happy to hear that she offered to help her adjust to the new time, "I would love that."At least Gwendolyn had a friend in this new world already, but she was curious as to why she wanted to help, "Um, if you do not mind me asking, is there a reason you want to help...? I did not think people were so kind... I will do my best to adapt as quickly as possible... But... Everything is so different."
Entering the brick building, she sighed and rubbed her hands against her arms. She looked up and down the lobby of the apartment complex. There was a large box that had pictures that were moving on it, which was interesting but strange. How did they get paintings to move like that?
"Where are the stairs...?" She asked as she looked around. Did they still use stairs, actually?
Gwen did not know what to do or who to turn to - this was a whole new world, a world she never knew existed or even would exist. Just a few hours ago, she was prepared to be married a couple days later. It was not what she wanted but it was something she was willing to do to help her family. Now, none of those plans would come true. She figured her family would be notified that there was an accident on the train, or maybe a train wreck, and that she was presumed dead.
She nodded slowly. Charlotte was right - there was no way for them to cover all that had happened since 1862 in a few minutes nor was there anyway she could remember. She was distraught, confused, and unsure about what was happening. She understood that much, at least.
Charlotte wanted to take her back to her home, which was a kind thing to do. Gwen just hoped that she wasn't about to get murdered by some stranger in the 21st century. People weren't always friendly in her time, she was sure they were not all good now. Maybe even worse.
She nodded. No horseless carriages. That was good. Her face showed a very visible sigh of relief at the thought of not having to be in one of them. How did it even move? Maybe it was like the steam engine in trains and boats? There didn't seem to be any steam coming out of them, though. Apparently, the horseless carriages were called cars. Where did the word car come from? She sighed and began to follow Charlotte to her apartment. She rubbed the back of her neck, her adrenline seemed to have slowed down. She wasn't quite as freaked as she was even just a few minutes ago.
She kept her eyes on those 'cars,' though. They really freaked her out, "Are these 'cars' safe? How do they move?" She asked in a near whisper to Charlotte.
Her friend was a lawyer, she thought anyways, so that probably helped that deter government kidnappings. Maybe. She really had no idea why they hadn't picked her up. She didn't even have a modern identification, at least not yet. She wasn't sure what would happen if a police officer stopped her. They probably wouldn't believe her if she told her she just got teleported here from 1862 in a train car. She gave a bit of a shrug.
>> "Well, if you want... I can help you with that. I mean, I'm sure your friend does too, and I don't want to intrude or anything. But, once you got some modern clothes... contemporary I mean, modern's a relative term... I mean, once you have that, people will at least bug you less. And if you wanna wear the old ones, you can always get a job doing what I thought you were doing... Which would be awesome, by the way, learning about history from someone who wasss.... I'mma shut up now."
She perked a brow, "Do you know what women wear typically here? There is so many options... I do not even know where to begin. I might start out with the long dresses. They are most like what I am use too. Although, I would guess that the jeans and shirts are pretty comfortable..." She had some money, but not a whole lot. Maybe she could afford a week or so outfits, at least if they shopped at more low end stores. That was something new to her. Low end. Ugh.
She chuckled at the last bit of his comments - that maybe she could get a job doing this, "I appreciate the optimism. Who knows where I will end up, I am not sure myself."
She gave him a smile, "My pleasure, truly. You are more than welcome to call me Gwen or Gwendolyn."
She nodded. That was not surprising. It was a large city, apparently over 8 million or something. It still amazed Gwen that there was now so many people on the planet - literally, so many. She couldn't believe they were all congregating into cities, too. Everything use to be so rural, farmland, but now it was the opposite.
>>"You had a lot to catch up on... and being on the news is probably not easy either. Do people recognize you?... I mean, because of the dress..."
She nodded, her face uneasy, "Quite. My exit and run away from the train is apparently on this 'ViewTube.' It's... Interesting. I am a bit surprised the government has not gotten to me or something." She sighed and looked at her outfit before nodding slowly, "Yes. I need to update my wardrobe to this timelines customs... Tighter dresses, blue jeans, shirts. I need to let go of these, quite literally, old things."
