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 muttered under her breath at how lame the woman was, "You'd think a rich person like her would at least have something nice. Geez, talk about being married to you work." She mentally shook her head, unsure of what the joy of being constantly working was like. Wasn't the point of life to get to the point where you didn't have to work like this and enjoy yourself with your family? Did she even have family?
She agreed, "Does seem pretty lonely..." Gwen chuckled at the mention of keeping her eyes peeled. She tried to keep an eye out for it. Sure enough, a picture of a woman - maybe her sister - appeared at the back of the shelf. It was an interesting picture - she hadn't seen one like that before. In either case, Gwen had an idea. "You know in all those cinematic thing-a-ma-jigs, there is always that shoe box in the closet full of stuff? Maybe we can try that...?"
She chuckled. Isn’t that how sisters were. It was adorable to hear Lee tell about her sister, Rachel. She sighed, remembering her siblings. She missed them but… It wasn’t her place to be with them, after all.
She perked a brow at Lee’s explanation. Oh, so she was a mutant? She siphoned energy from people and it would keep her awake – unless she overloaded. Huh, wow, remarkable. “Wow, that is remarkable. Although, sounds like it is pretty hard for you to sleep. That would drive me crazy. I guess you actually don't really need as much sleep as the average person would, though?”
She hiccuped and shook her head, “No, no… I do. I do… I just don’t know… The street name.” Or whatever. She had the mental image, she knew where it was. It was a weird, modern name that didn’t make much sense to her.
She shook her head, “Oh no, no , no. I absolutely cannot let you do that. I ruined your night, I will not be a further burden.” She nodded a confirmation to her reasoning and began to prepare herself to walk away. After all, she really felt bad about the whole situation.
She giggled quietly at his joke. Well, at least he had some type of flavor. Maybe not hot, cold, or the texture (sometimes that had to be a blessing) but he could at least taste. Drunken Gwen was satisfied with his response.
She initially wasn't going to go with him. After all, wasn't that kind of a personal space? Talking with a doctor and what not. However, he did motion for her so after a moments hesitation she followed him and the doctor lady. In the room, she waved to the doctor and sat on a spare chair. She listened to their conversation but also examined the examination room. Things were so much cleaner than in her time. She sighed, enjoying the strange smell of a clinic room.
She thought for a moment, "Um..." She bit her lip, and then told him what she thought was his address. Hopefully, it would be right... She was pretty sure it was right, after all.
Gwen followed beside Blaine quietly, slightly intimidated by the whole situation. It was late, she was with a body builder, she was drunk, and she made him lose. She felt terrible about the whole thing but he didn't seem to be too upset about it. That was a plus, at least. It made her feel a little better.
She perked a brow at his explanation of his mutation. He couldn't feel... Anything? She stared at him for a moment before her face became very puzzled and she looked towards the ground. That had to be terrible, really. No touch... Wait, can he taste? "Can you... Taste food? Or is that numb, too?" She really hoped not. That would be a real torture.
After walking into the clinic, Gwen quietly followed and sat down beside Blaine, careful not to look over to see what he was signing. It was the first time she'd been in a clinic since she came to 2017.
Gwen frowned as he slowly took the money and put it back in her hand. She felt terrible, she really wanted to make it up to Painkiller, er Blaine. She didn't want him to lose, in fact, she really was on his side to begin with. She sighed and nodded, although maybe she could slip it into his back pocket or something before they parted ways.
That idea became a better idea, whether or not it was simply due to her being drunk, when she found out that they were heading to presumably a doctor. Gwen wasn't sure how she felt about having her hand randomly taking by a really strong guy who she just managed to make lose an important match and apparently at least 1200 dollars. Probably wasn't the smartest thing to do, but she nodded and listened to his command. After all, it wasn't like she had much of a choice either way.
"You... Don't feel pain, right?" She asked quietly as they walked.
She nodded as she listened to Lee explain that her sister was in the back, probably working on sizes to her designs. That sounded quite interesting, truly. She nodded, "Well, I can not wait to meet her! She will be amazing if she is anything like you." She walked a little further into the store, taking in more of the area. It was a great shop, impressive really. Although, Gwen couldn't imagine how she managed to keep up a bar, a boutique, a child, and all other things that life sends out.
She nodded, "Good, you most definitely need it." She nearly gasped after Lee said she could spend a whole 6 days awake. Gwen wasn't sure how Lee could even get herself awake if she was awake that long. "My goodness, that is amazing. How do you do that?" Personally, Gwen loved her sleep. She wasn't about to do it. But, if Lee could, more power to her.
Gwen nibbled a nail as she waited for Javier to continue inspecting her clothes/process that she lived in a different time altogether. He took it well, much more well than others. She actually felt kinda bad for making him feel like she wasn't willing to tell his story. Oh well, for another day.
She grinned, "Perfect! I am so excited! Hopefully, it will not be too difficult. However, I will reward you handsomely." She gave a curt nod of confirmation. She really had no idea how much it would cost, but with the Syndicate job she had, she was actually relatively okay in terms of her financial situation.
She laughed and nodded, "I concur... I have been on this... People of Wal-Mart. It is quite embarrassing." She sighed, debating if humanity had fallen further from her time or actually improved. "I'm not necessarily agreeing with comfortable... At least not the shoes."
Gwen squealed a little as Joe jumped in front of her. She brought her hands up to her face and peeked through her fingers, ready to die. Maybe it was an overreaction, maybe it wasn't. She wasn't exactly in the safest of places, after all. She perked a brow at the Painkiller though. She totally did not smell like booze... Did she? In a slight panic, she quickly tried to smell her breath. It did, indeed, smell like booze. She sighed.
She frowned as Blaine came over and informed her of how much they lost. She dug in her purse and pulled out 5 100 dollar bills and handed it over to him. "I can deposit the rest on my next pay day," she mumbled. Charlie was probably going to kill her. Granted, there was a million reasons why Charlie might want to kill her now - being here, at night, not having a bank account yet, being babysat by a illegal wrestler dude? Hopefully, she'd be able to slide into the apartment without her knowing... Hopefully, anyways.
She nodded, "I am Gwendolyn Theodosia White." She drunkenly and daintily let her hand out to shake his. "I do apologize. I don't know how I got stuck..."
Gwendolyn stayed quiet after that. It wasn't like she really had anything to say, anyways. Charlie was right, after all. Gwen would eventually die and leave Charlie alone. It was the way things were. Granted, Gwen didn't want to leave Charlie alone. Far from it. Regrettably, Gwen also didn't want to live forever - and in either case, it seems almost impossible to do.
Gwen simply watched out the window as they drove to the Chinese place. It wasn't far, thankfully, so they coasted into a parking lot. Gwen unbuckled and stepped out of the car, and followed behind Charlie quietly. She wanted to say something, but Gwen was wrestling through her own thoughts - not only about Charlie's comment, but about her own personal feelings about Charlie. It was a complicated world.
As they reached the door to the Chinese restaurant, Charlie apologized for her darkness. Gwen gave a soft, small smile. She understood why Charlie would feel that way, why she said what she said. Gwen shook her head, "Charlie, you are the best company. I'm not sure if you'd want me around, honestly. I'm the one who'll get old..." She sighed, entering the Chinese restaurant. "It'll be a fun few decades, though, right?"
Gwen shook her body off, trying to get herself at least okay. The sudden disconnection really threw her off. In either case, she needed to check on the poor guy. After all, he did probably lose because of her drunk *ss.
It took her a moment to work through the dispersing crowd, but she finally managed to get to where she could see painkiller and his... Agent? Trainer? She shook her head, that didn't matter. She tried to wave, but was getting knocked around by the crowd that was leaving. Well... Really, she just couldn't walk very well. It wasn't that crowded anymore.
Once she got up there, she waved her hands, "Hello! Sir, hello! I offer my sincerest..." She hiccuped, her eyes wide, "Um... Condolences! I did not mean to get stuck in your mind, I think the liquor I drank messed with my powers. I can reimburse you for your loss." She nearly tripped a little, grabbing onto the ring thing.
Gwen nodded as she listened to her job duties. She could do that! She loved talking to people. She helped her father sell all sorts of deals and such in their home shop.
Although, using the cashier thing might be an issue. Gwendolyn wasn't tech savvy. She could count money, though, so that should be helpful in this situation. But... Didn't they have like a way to do it now? Simply counting seemed so out dated with the whole calculator, automation stuff going on. Anyways, Gwen nodded as she listened. She'd figure it out - and at least she'd have Rachel or Lee with her. Was Rachel here now, though?
"It's no problem. You should not be - you and your sister have made it look amazing." She gave a curt nod confirmation. "Three days?!" Gwen's eyes widened and a gasp escaped. "You need to be in bed!"
She nervously, mentally, bit her lip. She had to get out of his head. She was causing more distractions than anything and the poor guy was going to lose. Ugh, that meant she was going to feel bad enough to pony up probably a few hundred dollars for him. She mentally groaned as she watched the scene unfold.
Painkiller did a good job with the knee to the chest, which made her let out a "Yeah!!" She watched as Painkiller kept getting blows, occasionally she'd make a comment about a way he was moving. Her eyes widened, though, as things quickly turned south. "Left! Left! Left!!!" Except, it was going from his right. Oops.
In either case, the sudden jolt and the sudden knocking out of Painkiller threw Gwen into a darkness in his mind for a moment before she was forcibly disconnected. It had even knocked her actual body out, but after a few minutes, she groaned, a large headache. She crawled out from underneath the car and dusted her clothes off. She needed to check on the guy.
Gwen panicked slightly. He froze. And got decked. Ouch... The sudden slinging made her a little nausea, honestly. How did this not knock this guy out? She mentally shook her head. That was impressive, to take a hit like that. "Sorry," she whispered. She really didn't mean to distract the guy, but she wasn't really able to censor herself. She cheered him on as he took the guy down at least once.
In either case, she knew she had to get out of his head. She took a deep breath and transported back to her body. She opened her eyes but... She was still stuck in the Painkillers head. "Oh sh*t. I'm stuck." She gasped, her eyes wide, "Stomach!" Except... It was too late. He already had a punch to the gut. Ow, ow, ow. That had to hurt. "I hope you don't die from this, by the way," she muttered as she settled into his mind. She was trapped, for whatever reason. It'd probably be a lot more scary if she wasn't drunk.
Gwen chuckled at the names. Painkiller? Rod "the bod?" She rolled her eyes. This was probably going to be very uninteresting. But, she had decided what she had to do. It may be stupid, and it may be because she's slightly drunk, but she was going to do it either way. She had already made up her mind. She decided to quickly crawl under the car. It was safe, there, after all.
She took a deep breath and... Boom. She was in his mind. Of course, he had no idea she was in there, at least not yet. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to his and she the man became... Super hulk. Oh sh*t, this guy was totally screwed. He was totally not going to win. In her drunken stupor, she murmuered, "Oooooh sh*t is right." Her voice probably rang in his mind, a deep British/Bostonian accent with the touch of upper class. Oh fudge sticks, she totally didn't mean to say anything. Maybe he wouldn't notice it.
She mentally took a deep breath. He was totally screwed, though.
