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.
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She sighed as she looked at some of the the patrons of the museum walk past them, give her a curious look, and then move past. She sighed. She needed to update her wardrobe into the 21st century, but her clothes were the only thing from her past. She could keep them, maybe hang them on mannequins so she could day dream of days past. There was lots she liked about this time, but she needed time to grieve over her family. She was never going to see them again.
She realized she never told Gawain her name. That was a thing they did now, right? Everyone exchanged names at the beginning of the conversation, "Oh... I apologize, my name is Gwendolyn Theodosia White." Did they include middle names when introducing themselves? She probably needed to clarify that with Charlie, actually.
>> "Good that there is someone helping you. I'm a mutant, so the government experiment thing... totally valid. Plus New York, as amazing a place as it is... is not exactly the safest.."
She nodded. So he was a mutant as well. That was interesting. Maybe he knew her? Or was that ignorant to assume? She pondered asking for a moment, "Do you know Charl- I mean, Charlie Sinclair? That's my friend who's helping me. I don't know if you might know her?" Probably not, it was a big city. "Yes, it is not quite the safest place but I imagine most places are not. Sometimes governments make good decisions, sometimes they do not. Usually they do not." Her pessimism had increased greatly since learning of humanities evils over the 20th century.
>>"I mean I do, but that's not... some museums hire actors to pretend they are people from the past, to give information to the visitors. I thought you were... one of them."
She couldn't help but let out a laugh, "Well, in this time, that is probably the only thing I would be qualified to do. So much has changed since the 1860's... The television box, radio, planes, this internet, automobiles, even bicycles have engines on them. It is amazing what man has done - and also what horrible things it has done." It broke her heart that man didn't learn it's lesson. The Holocaust, the multiple genocides since then. It was devastating to Gwendolyn.
>> "Are you... I mean, how are you settling in? Do you have a place to stay? Is someone helping you?"
She nodded again, "I do, thankfully. I don't know where I would be at without her. Probably lost, hiding, or being experimented on by the governments of the day, maybe?" She was slightly joking, but it wouldn't surprise her if they would try. She had been keeping a careful eye out for her to be abducted in the middle of the night. She knew what they were capable of - after all, the government in her time had enslaved millions of people.
Gwendolyn stared at the man. She knew it was a crazy thing, but he didn't have to keep staring at her. She wasn't a circus freak. It was not her fault she was trapped in a future era that made very little sense to her.
>>"No, technically, you aren't, not physically, anyway..."
She nodded, "You are correct. I am physically 22." She did not really know what else to say to that. She was technically 177 but her body was only 22. And maybe that meant she'd have a long life span like the others in this timeline, at least if she stays here for the rest of her life?
>>"... I'm sorry. It's just... I do like history. But traveling in time, that's... It must be difficult."
She nodded again, "Apology accepted." She sighed, "I ask for your forgiveness as well. I was not sure of your intentions. I thought you knew and that is why you were asking me. News travels so fast now. This thing called internet and television and radio. I just presumed you were in the aware." She rubbed the back of her neck, "Do you have any questions about my time or...?"
Gwendolyn did not really know what to do or what was going on. She was in a new world, a new time, and she just witnessed a child die. How was she suppose to deal with this? How was she suppose to adapt to this world, which was full of different things and tall buildings out of glass, flying swords with a huge body, horseless carriages, and words like kaput? What would she if she couldn't adapt? After all, it wasn't like she had a choice now...
>> ”Look, I know this will seem strange, but if anyone can understand what you must be going through, even a little, it’s me,”
"How?" She demanded and immediately regretted how loud it came out, "I ask for your forgiveness... I am terrified. I do not know how or why I am here. What kind of sorcery brought me here?" She cupped her face in her hands for a moment as she tried to catch her breath. How would the woman know what she was going through? She did get thrown through time? "How am I going to learn all these things? What are these buildings? And the horseless carriages? And the things in the sky? And... And... All the small gadgets the people had."
>> ”Alright, then it sounds like you might be staying here for a little while, Why don’t you come to my apartment and I’ll make you some tea while we figure things out.”
Gwendolyn wasn't sure if she could trust the woman, especially already asking to bring her into her home. Tea would be great, though, and it's not like she had much to live for at this moment anyways. She nodded and stood up slowly, brushing her skirts off. "I... I don't know this place... Is it close by? Can we walk...? Or are... Are we going to have to take a horseless carriage...?"
It was a wild story, for sure. It was insane to believe it was true - if it hadn't happened to her, she would never have believed it was real. It was a crazy man's tell. She watched him closely. He had asked her for the truth and her story, so why not tell it? It was crazy and he'd believe it or not. Ultimately, it didn't really matter to her.
He stared at uncomfortably long. She squinted her eyes and started scooting away, uncomfortable with him staring at her. It was very... Strange.
>> "The train car? You were on that...? Wait... you're for real?!"
She nodded, "Yes, I was," she said curtly. She nodded again, "Yes... I am, 'for real,' as you say." She looked down, her hands still folded in her lap, "I'm a 177 years old."
She didn't even know if her family tree had died off or not. Talk about a complicated family tree line if she has kids...
He seemed pretty interested in her story. It was a bit endearing, even if he was probably going to mock her customs and ways. She had a while before she would be fully adapted to the culture, language, and customs of her new timeline.
>> "I am sorry they put you in that situation"
She nodded and gave a weak smile, "It's not your fault. It's good to see that that is no longer the case. Love seems to be flourishing all over the place now..." Kinda, anyways. She had heard of these 'sugar daddies' and 'cougars' and 'sugar babies.' Different time, and slightly different reasons, but ultimately the same outcome - wealth.
>> "It could not have been an easy decision to make. But... if you were headed for Washington, then, why are you here?"
She nodded, "It wasn't. But, I had to for my family. Our life expectancy then wasn't like it is now... It was short and we had to have many children." Another good thing she had learned - babies actually live, well, a lot more than back in her time. And women didn't die during childbirth nearly as much either.
But here came the twist in her story, the reason she was in New York City. She took a deep breath and cautiously looked at the man, "Well... I was boarding my train to go home. A small boy, a mutant, as your time calls him," she sighed. She needed to stop saying 'your time.' This was her time now, too. There wasn't a way for her to go back and she had accepted that - plus, there are really nice things about this time. Toothpaste and perfume. Medicine. Relatively clean air and waters. And the food. So much food. And so easily available!
She paused, thinking of the next words and how people in this time, her time, would say it, "He... Manifested. He ended up taking me, and him, and the train car, into the present, into 2017. Poor boy did not live." She sighed and gave him a weak smile, unsure of his reaction.
>>"I mean, if you are willing to tell it, Miss...?"
She perked a brow and sighed but she nodded. She had all day anyways, it wasn't like she could get a job. At least not yet. She hadn't figured out the whole government mess with her being, well,l 177 years old but looking 22. She motioned for him to follow her to a bench, where she sat elegantly down and patted for him to sit beside her.
She better start from the beginning, at least. "I'm originally from Boston, as you know. I was to be wed to the Pennsylvania Senator's son, at the time. It was a surprise wedding and especially surprising that his family accepted my fathers dowry. I am 22, an old maid, at least in my time. I preferred to teach. I also wanted love, not an arranged marriage." She sighed, "But, this opportunity was too good to pass up or so my father told me. So, I packed my bags to begin the journey to Washington, D.C. to get married.. I did not have a choice." Lucky or not lucky, she did not get married - she got teleported to freaking New York City, over 150 years into the future.
She decided to pause and wait to see if he had any questions before she continued. "Any questions so far?" The next part was the crazy part, so she needed to make sure he understood this part well.
Gwen shook as she retreated a little further into the alley. Everything was so loud and the multitude of people here was insane. She had to be careful with this Charlotte. She didn't know her - of course, she didn't know anyone. Why was she talking to her? Why did she even care that she was from the past?
>>”It’s 2017. The year is 2017, and you’re in New York City,”
Gwendolyn's eyes widened. A panic shock threw her body. She knew it, but she didn't know know until Charlotte said it. New York City? How did she even get here when she was boarding a train headed for Washington, D.C.
She felt Charlotte's hand on her shoulder, but she felt numb. She ended up sitting down on step, in front of a door. She stared ahead for a moment, lost in her thoughts, "2017... I... I'm over 150 years into the future..." Her family was dead. Everyone she knew was dead. She was in New York City. She knew no one in New York City, in her time period at least.
>> ”We did win the war; slavery is kaput- abolished,”
Abolition was great, but it didn't seem like too much of a big deal now that her entire life had been upended. But it was a relief to know that the North won the war. She had no idea what 'kaput' was, but abolished made sense. Was there a new language? Did kaput mean that slavery had been abolished? She tried to make a mental note of that if she ever conversed with someone else about slavery. "I... I am supposed to be wed in 2 days. I did not want to, but I did not want to get catapulted into a new time, a new land." She definitely didn't want to marry the Senator's son, but she had a duty to her father. It looks like it was no longer going to happen though.
>>”how did you get here? Do you remember at all? Is there a way to get you back?”
She took a deep breath of air, trying to regain her thoughts. "I was going into my train car... I had my luggage. A boy, could not be a day over 11, stepped out. His eyes were white as snow. He had to be have been possessed by a demon. I only remember him turning very white. I... I believe I fainted but then I felt so much pain... Like every piece of my being was being ripped apart." She turned a little pale as she thought about it, "Then.. I woke up. I... I... I don' think the boy lived. His shoes... They were melted into the train car when I woke. And... There's a shadow printed into the wall of the train car that is his exact height. I do not know what happened, but he died. I don't think there is a way for me to return home..."
She watched the woman approach her carefully, with her hands out reached. She wasn't going to harm her or it could be a trick - she was from a different time period. And those loud noises were all over there. Gwendolyn just wanted to hide from literally everything. And that thing in the sky with the swords flying above it? What in the name of God's green earth was that?
>>”Uh… hello, I’m… Charlotte, I think you might have gotten a bit lost. Can you tell me where and as strange as it might seem, when you’re from?
Charlotte was not an uncommon name in her time, so it made her feel a little better names hadn't gone crazy yet. She relaxed a little at knowing Charlotte's name. Charlotte knew she wasn't suppose to be here, either.
She shook as she tried to explain her situation, "I... I am Gwendolyn White. I am from Boston... It is... Or was... 1862." She stared at the woman carefully considering what had happened to her, "The year? What is it?" She paused, predicting she was going to something crazy like 2839 or 2100 or 1964, just something. She knew it had happened - there was no other explanation for all these gadgets. How did that kid even transport them here? How? She took a deep breath, realizing she had to know another thing: "Did they win the War? Did the Confederates win?" She had to know if slavery was a thing or not - did the North win? Was slavery illegal? At least she could take some solace if the North won and slavery was abolished.
She was unsure about the boy's attention at this point. He seemed a bit curious about her - and wanted to know more information about her, at least from her time period. Why? How or even did he know she was from the past? He had to know, or he wouldn't have said anything about her being from her time period. It was on the front page, anyways - 1800's lady runs out from the teleported train, suspected mutant from 1800's teleported him and her into the present. It also mentioned one casualty, an individual who was smashed under it - but the body was unidentifiable. She scratched the back of her hand as she held them at her waist as she debated on just walking away from.
>> "Well... that sounds interesting. How did you end up moving to New York, then?"
Guess he wasn't interested in Boston, then. It was a wonderful city, but New York City seemed amazing, at least now. She had never been to New York City in her time period. Of course, she had never really left Boston in her time period. Apparently, everyone and their brother left their home towns and cities. The world was connected now - something it wasn't really back in her... Day. D*amn, she was 177 years old. Technically. She sighed, a bit exasperated, "It's... A long story. Not a pretty one. But I guess I can talk to you about it if you're really that interested." At least not for the kid that pulled her into this world. She sighed, a sad look on her face. While she enjoyed this world, she still missed family. What had happened to her family and her families tree? She may never know.
He seemed friendly. But people in this time seemed... Strange, weird. Of course, she knew rationally that she was the weird one - everyone else was normal. She was wearing this pretty, amazing dress which wasn't even the most common in 1862... Apparently, this style became more fashionable in the later parts of the 1800's. She didn't fit in 1862 and she doesn't fit in in 2017. Go figure.
>>"Sorry?... Oh, right. Well, I came out here to find out a little more about the history of New York City, and I was wondering if you would mind helping me with that? Given that you lived... um, live in an exciting time?"
She was a bit surprised at his questions. What? She shook her head, "Oh, I have never lived in New York City until a couple weeks ago." She smiled towards him, "If you want to know about Boston, though, I can give you some fun details of the 1850's and 1860's." She sighed as she remembered some of the fun things she used to do. Going to balls, exploring the city with her friends, after church festivities... Even some of the more mischievous things she did she missed - like sneaking out to fun dance parties and getting intoxicated by alcoholic beverages. Stuff that made her seem wild seemed pretty normal in this time period. She looked back towards the exhibit. It was bittersweet to be in this time. It was remarkable but it confirmed Gwendolyn's worst fears about humanity - they were savages, barbarians.
Gwendolyn was getting used to people getting surprised by looking into her eyes. She wasn't sure what happened when she was ripped from her timeline, but for some reason, it seemed to have messed with her eye color. Kind of a weird side of the effect that she wouldn't have expected for being torn through the space-time continuum, but oh well. In either case, the train car that was sent with her here was now in a museum, being restored. They could even restore items to conditions right like they were in 1862. Impressive. On the plus side, this time still couldn't figure out how the Romans made their roads, so that made her feel a little better.
She gave him a smile and offered her hand to him, nearly expecting him to kiss it. She grabbed it and shook his hand, a little too hard. She was still getting used to these kinds of customs.
"Apologies accepted, Mr. Morris. I'm more on nerves these days, albeit quite well." She gave him another smile and looked back to the exhibit that was in front of her - it was dealing Central Park & how it was founded. Interesting. The environment seemed to be having some issues, or at least from what she could gather. Everything was so different.
She wasn't really sure what he was doing - actually, was he mocking her customs? His ancestors used to be this way, too. Or presumably, anyways. The realization made her a little upset, but he probably did not even know she was from the 1800's. Most people didn't realize it. In either case, though, why was he acting this way? "May I assist you, sir?"
Gwendolyn was unsure about how to feel about all these new advances. Airplanes, men on moons, machines and mechanisms venturing into space. She was reassured that, at least, demons didn't turn out to be real. She wasn't sure if she believed that, though. There had been some awful things that had happened in this world... She had heard about the Holocaust, WWI and WWII. Vietnam and the Koreas. Democracy seemed to be flourishing in most parts of the world, at least. Except for a... Communist China? Which was kinda like the olden monarchies? It was a relief to know the monarchy of the British had continued. At least the Union won the Civil War, but not without massive destruction and causalities. It seemed like so many evil things had happened but the good kept winning - slavery was happening, but they defeated the slave holders, the Holocaust happened, but the American & European armies defeated the Germans.
>> "Excuse me, miss? Could I have a minute of your time?"
She was so lost in her thoughts she almost didn't notice the man who began talking to her. She jumped a little with a quiet gasp, her violet eyes darting towards him. She tried to see if he was a threat but turned out not. He wanted some of her time? Well, she skipped, what? 157 years so it's not like a minute would hurt anything. She gave him a smile, "Oh, sir, you gave me quite the fright. How do you do?" Her upper class, 19th century Bostonian & British mixed accent coming out. She gave him a small curtsy. She kicked herself mentally. They say 'Hello' and 'Hi' now. And they definitely don't curtsy. Apparently, it's the shaking of hands.. What was it called? Handshake? Handshakes! In either case, what was it that he was wanting from her?
Gwendolyn had decided the first step to integrating into her new world was too learn about what she missed over the past 150 or so years. While Charlie Sinclair helped her get settled into her new life, she had an obligation to do her part, as well. And a big portion of that was learning what the h*ll has been going on. The admission fee to the New-York Historical Society was a bit hefty - everything was so expensive now. But it seems like everyone got paid a lot more? She wasn't too sure, honestly, she had some people protesting about the 99% and how the wealthy had gotten a lot power or something. She wasn't even sure what the 99% meant. In either case, it was time for her to dig in to learn about... Airplanes. And cars. And mobile applications? Oh, no, Mobile phones. Like the telegraph, except with voices and tiny and they could take... pictures.
She probably looked a bit strange in her 1800's dress. Some people were giving her a look, probably due to her dress. Maybe her violet eyes? She had green eyes before... The travel. But now, they were violet with white specks in them. She wasn't sure what happened to her, what do they call it in this time? DNA? Something like that. It had to have done something to her during her time travel. She was not ready to give up all of her past, at least not yet. She knew deep down that there was no way of her going back to her time but there was still a wish that there was a way. Once she adapted to this new world, she was determined to find out about her father, mother, and siblings. She had to find out what happened - did they all day? Does she have any relatives that are alive today? Those were objectives for another day, though. For now, she had to learn about this world. She had a lot of catching up to do, too.
Gwendolyn didn't understand what was happening. She was running, as best she could, as she took in her new world. What had happened? Where was she? She was pretty sure the boy was dead, there wasn't much doubt about that.
She reached the corenr of an alley way, and stood inside, and leaned against the wall. She took a few deep breaths, "Okay, Gwendolyn, it's okay. This is just a weird, creepy dream and you're going to wake up soon." Hopefully. It did not feel like a dream - it felt very much real, very much alive, and very much terrifying. Everyone was staring at her like she was crazy - but the women here were wearing... pants? How is that okay? Some even wore shorts that barely covered their butt cheeks. And then what were they even using to cover their breasts? A shirt tied up? She was all for women empowerment, but what had happened that made it so okay so suddenly? There were tears forming in her eyes.
>> ”Excuse me?”
She kept seeing those horseless carriages and closed her eyes. She hoped she'd wake up but instead, she heard a upper class voice. The voice sounded familiar - in terms of its accent. She jumped and squealed quietly before turning to stare at the woman. Who was she? Why did she find her here? Well... It wasn't exactly a great hiding spot but it felt safer than most. She stared at the woman as she debated what her next few words should be. She wasn't sure how to respond.
"How do you do? Who are you?" She returned in an equally upper class accent. She eyed the woman cautiously, unsure of her intentions. She was wearing blue jeans. A woman wearing blue jeans. She was quite confused about her situation. Was it actually acceptable for a woman to wear those type of clothes here? Better yet, where was here? She had no idea where she was. There was no way she was in Boston. She couldn't even be in her time period with all these... gadgets and what not.
