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 placed the newspaper article in front of Stephanie so she could examine it if she so wished. If she didn't take it after a few minutes, she would return it to her small purse. Otherwise, it was good to have some validation through a newspaper article. Her name wasn't mentioned but 'girl in 18th century dress with a strange, violet color eyes emerged from the train after it appeared' probably gave her mostly away. Hopefully, anyways.
She nodded, "Quite..." She sighed. She wondered who he was, what he was doing by himself on a train like that. Could he have been running away, like so many do now in this time? She wasn't sure, but either way it broke her heart.
She nodded again. So Stephanie was familiar with Charlie but didn't know that much about her. To be honest, neither did Gwen. Charlie got her a place to live, a job, and a life going in the 21st century but she was a surprisingly tricky individual in terms of knowing things about her. Probably was meant that way, though. "She's the one that has helped me the most."
Once finished with their food, Gwen stood up and offered her arm to Stephanie, "Shall we?"
>>"Yeah, I can see how that would freak people out."
She nodded, "Quite. The first person was my father. It actually ended up helping him get some good deals and such with some merchants." It wasn't exactly a fair advantage for the other merchant, but a person had to do what they had to do.
>> "Those are... very useful powers."
She chuckled and shrugged, "I suppose so. They definitely have their perks." She gave him a playful smile, "Not nearly as useful as jumping through mirrors, though." That had to be pretty darn useful. Terrifying idea for her personally, though. What if she got stuck in one? Yikes! "Maybe I'll be able to make more use of it in this time," she shrugged, not entirely sure.
Gwen twisted and pulled on the pants and sweater. It was a lot easier to get on than her usual outfits, that was a plus. It definitely took a lot less time. That was nice, at least.
She perked a brow as Charlie came over and fixed her jeans onto her hips. Gwen blushed and nodded, "Yeah, that is a lot better. Thank you." Lucky for her she met Charlie, otherwise she'd probably be struggling for a while by herself. Oh... What if she hadn't ran into Charlie?
Gwen grabbed the coat as best she could but she wasn't exactly prepared for it. No one had ever really thrown an article of clothing to her. She shakily put the coat on and began to follow Charlie. She perked a brow, grab her hand or arm or something? Well, alright. She was just like a kid. If you get upset, pull on mamma's hand. It made Gwen feel weird but she was in a whole new world, a whole new place. She was a baby in terms of being in the 21st century.
She nodded, "Alright, I hope this works out..." and followed Charlie down the stairs.
Gwen tentatively looked at Stephanie as the woman began to process Gwen's story. It was crazy and made no sense, but it had happened. She was the living proof of it. The wide eyes were a pretty common reaction. It was nearly unbelievable. Heck, she wouldn't believe it if it didn't happen to her.
She perked a brow at the soda question and she laughed, "Quite. It was not invented for several decades later. Quite unfortunate, really. I do not know how I lived without it, to be frank..." Her voice came out a bit more stronger than it did before, mainly due to the natural tense feelings she had go away. The woman knew now, so she didn't have to act like she was suppose to be in the 21st century.
She nodded, smirked, and chuckled, "Yeah... Kind of. There is a lot of things I do not understand. I am still adjusting to the technology. The first day was terrifying though. Do you know Charlo-- er, Charlie?" Gwen wasn't sure, but if she did, then she'd probably understand the next little bit of her story. She paused for a moment, "The poor boy though, he was just a child. I believe he lost control of his powers. All that was left was his melted shoes on the train car."
Gwen settled into the train car seat in her usual fashion - her back only slightly slunched (a bad habit since getting torpedoed into the present) and with her hands folded delicately on top of one another on her lap. Even if she was in the future now, she was still her father's daughter. She was taught to be upstanding and upstanding she would be... Mostly, anyways.
She shrugged, "Right, I am not quite sure why it is named what it is named. I guess people just choose whatever and go with it."
She perked a brow. She was a bit surprised that River didn't say anything. Then again, maybe River didn't view it as her place. River was a bit of a strange person. Gwen just had some hope that she wouldn't have to reexplain her situation for the millionth and tenth time. It looked like she would be, though. So, like clockwork, she pulled the newspaper article out of her purse and handed it over to Stephanie. The front page read
"TRAIN CAR APPEARS OUT OF NO WHERE - ONE CONFIRMED DEAD"
She sighed. At least the one confirmed dead wasn't actually dead and turned out to be Charlie. It wasn't all too bad, at least. She took a breath after a couple seconds, "I'm from 1862. A mutant boy somehow transported us both here. He was killed somehow, I'm guessing his power destroyed him." She rubbed the back of her head and turned away. "I am a girl out of time, quite literally." Before continuing, she paused. She wanted to make sure to answer any initial questions before she got into more details.
Gwen gave Lee a big smile. She was one nice woman. Despite all the horrible things she read in the paper, here she was talking with a stranger that she could tell was a good person. It was refreshing, really.
She smiled again, "Thank you, thank you so much. I greatly appreciate that. I think I will be okay, though." She nodded, "Yes, I'm an administration assistant for my friend, Charlie." That wasn't entirely a lie - she helped assist in stuff. However, she was told she couldn't exactly tell people what her exact job was, after all. She couldn't' say 'Syndicate from across the rip' and expect a good reaction.
She hesitated for a moment, but decided it would be better to just ask, "So, what brought you back to the big ole' city? Is there anything I can help with?" The woman had offered assistance for her, so it was only right that she offered assistance for her. It wasn't just politeness, though - Gwen really wouldn't mind helping the woman. She was friendly, nice, and actually believed her without treating her like trash. If the woman needed help, she'd do her best to do so.
With one final sip of her coke, she settled back with a deep sigh. It was so good. Apparently, there was all sorts of terrible chemicals in these drinks and foods, but it was just so delicious. If there was one thing amazing about the future, it was the food and drinks. Gwen wasn't exactly sure if Steph liked her or not but there was little things she was doing, mainly biting of the lip. That really made Gwen squirm in her seat with a small blush.
She giggled at Stephanie's compliment of her eyes, blushed, and looked away, "Well... Thank you, I, um, they're my eyes." She nervously laughed and of course wincing slightly at how dumb she sounded. She just was a terrible flirt. And by terrible, it was super terrible. Especially with women. Granted, she was still exploring her sexuality. She knew she liked guys... But she knew now she liked girls, too. It was all so conflicting.
She nodded, "Okay, sounds good to me." She smirked, "I have some interesting experiences inside train cars." She really had no idea what an Uber was but Stephanie didn't need to know that. She had heard the phrase in passing and occasionally she saw it in the newspaper due some assault allegations, but otherwise, she wasn't very in the know. She also had no idea how they could be tracked. Some things were better left to the 21st century people, after all.
It wasn't long before her and Stephanie had examined their route and were sitting in the seats. She perked a brow at the sudden questions, "Oh? Um, I am not entirely sure... I am pretty sure I am from this timeline, the MROverse side. At least, as far as I can tell." She really was not sure. How could she know? She was ripped from her own time. It could have been from the AV, the MRO, or heck, a whole other one. She smiled, "You are from the AV side, right?" She paused, "Did River tell you about... How I ended up here?"
Gwen kind of understood what she was feeling. Her skin felt really warm, more warm than she'd really ever felt before. It was a strange feeling. Gwen knew she had to quit acting like a nervous wreck - but she had a crush on a woman. Wasn't that a terrible thing? She was supportive of the LGBT community in this time because it was the right thing to do... But what if she was part of the LGBT community, too? That wasn't something she had considered before.
It wasn't something she had time to think about becuase she was too busy watching Agnes lip move over her straw, sucking the sweet drink into her mouth. Gwen gulped and almost shook her head as if to try to ge ther out of the trance Agnes kept tyrin got put her under. It really wasn't fair that the woman had this much... Power over her.
>> ”Oooh...I wonder what other funny little thoughts are in there.”
Gwen giggled nervously. Did she wink at her? No, it was probably just a twitch or light or even something in her eye. There was no way she just winked at her. Why would an attractive woman like Agnes like her, Gwendolyn from the 19th century who clearly had no ability to flirt, especially with a woman. It was just so different to her - heck, she never even felt this way until this day. With her.
>>
Gwen slowly licked her lips before she giggled nervously, her cheeks flushing red, "Oh, uh, well, I wouldn't mind you showing me everything..." Wait, did she mind? She wasn't entirely sure. She had all sorts of emotions about Agnes. Well, not really emotions as just plain attraction. Ugh, life in the 21st century was complicated.
She took another bite of her grilled cheese as she waited for Stephanie to reply. She looked over the woman in front of hers face - the slender cheek bones, the beautiful eyes, the sweet southern voice. Okay, she probably shouldn't focus so much on her face. She took a sip of her coke and sighed in happiness. So tasty.
She perked a brow and nodded, "Oh, I see. Well, let's finish up here and get going so we can pick it up for her." She gave a mischievous smile. She laughed, "Yeah, you can say that. I can see pretty... Far. They might be pretty but they definitely have a use." Of course, her eyes weren't purple because of her mutation. Gwen wasn't one to correct people on it, though. There really wasn't any point, anyways. She quickly finished her grilled cheese and proceeded to wait for Steph. "I hope you can drive, I don't have a license," she remarked, "Unless you have another way for us to get there?"
Not that she wanted to drive - the metal boxes still freaked her out a bit. They weren't that much different than trains but it just scared her for some reason. Not really important for Steph to know, though.
Gwen was pretty confused about the sudden disappearance of the donuts through a random hole. She hesitated to say just want to say it was a mutant taking advantage of his powers. But, he might have too. What if he was homeless, hungry, or something worse? Peopl were awful to mutants. She continued to scour the estabalishment as she tried to find who could possibly have snatched the donuts.
It took her a few seconds but she noticed a young adult eating some donuts. She didn't see him get in line but he was sitting there munching on donuts. He was also viewing brochures? Why did he just take the donuts...? Confused, Gwen continued to stare at the man. She wanted to find out how he even managed to do that. He had to be a mutant, there was no other way to make items disappear through portals and appear in your hand... Right? She was sure of it! Kind of. What if there was some type of new technology she didn't know about? Maybe he had actually pre-purchased them. Maybe she should just ask?
Her staring probably caught the notice of him, she finally decided she'd just ask him about it. She stood up with her two dozen (minus one now,) and walked over to his table.
"Excuse me, may I ask you a question?" her thick proper, Bostonian and British mixture of an accent escaped slightly squeakier than she expected. Oh well.
She nodded and sighed, "Yeah, I suppose so." Newspapers didn't seem too popular nowadays, honestly. They'd have their moments again and some people still used them, but it wasn't like her time - the newspaper was a way of life. At least for her, a wealthy urbanite in Boston.
She nodded and grinned proudly, "Quite! I am incredibly bles- um, lucky to fall into good hands in this world."
She perked a brow, "Oh? Well, welcome back to the city!" Gwen couldn't tell if the woman was excited or not but was clearly curious on her reasonings - it would be rude to inquire, though, so she mostly kept her thoughts to herself.
Gwen knew the Syndicate wasn't a saintly organization - she realized that they were about to blackmail someone into property or something along those lines. It wasn't something that was a good thing but Gwen could get behind the reasoning - the Syndicate needed a foothold in this world and this was the best way to ensure it. Charlie had made a convincing case, after all. The Syndicate supported equality but mutants needed an extra leg due to the discrimination forced upon them. Well, us.
It wasn't long before she had her own grilled cheese sandwich, plus a coke. D*mn, sodas were good. She really wished she could have had these things since her birth. Maybe she was a little addicted but who the heck cares. It was delicious, cold, burny goodness.
She chuckled and nodded at Stephanie's comment about River. The girl was weird, but she had only ever talked to her via phone? Internet? It was something like that, anyways. "Agreed," she took a bite of the grilled cheese and savored the taste as it melted into her mouth. Mmm, so delicious, "I quite agree with that, this is delicious."
She took a sip of her coke and smiled, "Not too much, but I hear we're going to visit a well to do a friend of ours."
Gwen was taken by surprise by the compliment on her eyes and she blushed slightly, "Oh. Thank you much. They were not this color at first." She looked away and took a sip of her drink again. She did enjoy her eyes now, that was undeniable. However, the compliments she received always caught her by surprise. not to mention, she found everyone gorgeous now. She didn't really understand it but women and men were giving her all sorts of butterflies. She was a terrible flirt now, for some reason, so she usually just nervously laughed and avoided the conversation.
