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.
Once Gwen was settled into her seat, she felt a bit more comfortable. She didn't feel as exposed, at least. She was able to act ordinary - kind of, anyways. She was simply resting in a chair, sipping some warm, soothing coffee. No matter what time a girl was from, coffee was important. It wasn't even too crowded in the small coffee shop. It was definitely a surprise to be able to actually speak to each other and be able to hear without the all so common, 'huh' or 'what?' questions.
Gwen couldn't help but stare into those light blue eyes. They were mesmerizing. Not to mention coupled with that sweet honey smell, it was bliss. A strange, confusing, unknown territory bliss, but still bliss. Gwen couldn't argue with her feelings and they definitely enjoyed the company of the woman named Agnes. And not in a saintly way, either. Her eyes followed Agnes eyes, down to her lips, and finally, down to her bosom for the blink of a moment. Was she pushing her chest out some? Gwen couldn't really tell but it wasn't like she had too. Gwen wasn't one to complain, anyways. She simply gulped, looked away, and took another sip of coffee. Geez, how hot was it in here? She did miss the old days of fans but these air conditioner units were nice too. She imagined they would be fairly useful in the summer, especially these modern summers. It seemed so much hotter than it use to be.
>> ”How interesting…”
Gwen nodded and gave Agnes a warm, weak smile, "Why yes, it is. I have all sorts of historical facts tucked away in my noggin'." At least, if she had any questions from 1840-1862, anyways. She knew all about those times - at least within the context of her life. She probably didn't know that much about a poor man's world, but she knew all about high American society in the more wealthy families... In Boston, of course. If she hadn't been snatched from her time, she probably would have learned more about the Capital and maybe even Pennsylvania.
>> ”Yes. Born and raised here. All my life. As a matter of fact… If need, I dunno, a guide to show you the sights, I would be more than happy to oblige you.”
Gwen nodded and gave another smile, "Ah, that is swell. The area has quite the charm, I must say. It is a little more on the dirty side in some areas but otherwise quite a cultural achievement. Even in the 1800's, New York City was a bustling city full of people." She chuckled, "Technology might change but humanity does not." She was rambling and she knew she was rambling. What else was she suppose to do, though? Sit with her jaw drop open staring at her the entire time? Ugh, it wasn't fair whatever was going on inside her stomach.
She perked a brow and giggled nervously before nodding slowly, "I-I, well, um, sure, I would love that. I haven't had a real guide about the city, honestly..."
Clothing manipulation? Wow, that had to be super useful, especially for a police officer. Nothing like ripping the clothes off a bad guy. Can't really fight with your wooha or your dingalong waving about in the air with a gun pointed. Gwen appreciated the power, more so than her own, "That's quite a power! I imagine it comes in handy being an officer of the law." She chuckled, imaging some bank robber suddenly naked. It would be pretty funny, even if it would be kinda dangerous still.
She smiled at her dumb joke. Either she was being polite or maybe she did find it funny. Either way, she chuckled and shook her head, "Thankfully, I was not. It happened almost instantaneously. It was so, so painful, though. I felt every fiber of my being being ripped apart and then it felt like it was stitched back together again." She shuddered a little, trying not to remember the pain in the situation.
She nodded as the officer stood up to make her phone call. Gwen was content to sit and absorb the commotion in the police department. A few people were yelling profanities as they were escorted through the building. She shook her head. Humans would never learn.
Once Officer Mellitus returned, Gwen nodded and waited for her instructions, "No problem at all. I'm sure this is a uh, unique situation. To say the least."
Gwendolyn was going through so many emotions, feelings, and tingles all over her that she wasn't entirely sure what to do. She just didn't know what the heck to do, honestly. She wasn't even very into romance in her timeline - she would sneak out to the pubs, drank with the commoners, maybe did some scandalous things under the cover of the night. But with a woman? She had never risked that. She didn't even know if she wanted to do it now yet the fire that was burning in her bosom was undeniable.
Agnes was a familiar name, anyways, and Gwen liked things that reminded her of her time. At least, the better parts of her time. Agnes just made her feel like her history hadn't all been lost. People still were named after their time.
It looks like Agnes giggled at her blunder of a joke. That was comforting. At least she didn't roll her eyes and wave her away like she was, well, crazy and terrible. Gwen kind of felt crazy and insane, though.
Once she sat down in the chair, she immediately returned to her proper ways - her back was arched, her hands delicately folded on top of each other in her lap. She took a moment before she relaxed a little, her back hunching only slightly and her hands going to fiddle with the coffee cup. A sip of coffee, that's what she would do. She took a quick sip.
>> ”You have a lovely accent, by the way. Sounds...Boston? But...there’s something so...proper about it.”
She nodded, "Good ear, yes, it is Bostonian. It still has some of the remnants of the British language I've noticed." She took another quick sip of coffee, "It took a little while before the accents switched to the American Boston accent." That might have been a little too much information, she cleared her throat, "Or so the history books tell." Agnes would have no idea what she meant. British, Americanized accent, god could she be any more obvious that she was not from around here... Or this time? Heaven knows how she might react to knowing Gwen had come from a different time. She was, after all, over 150 years old.
Granted, her voice did have a pretty proper sound. No one else really had her accent now. It had become the standard American accent by present. In her time, it was still evolving into it's current form. It was amazing how languages shaped and changed over time. She gave Agnes a smile, took a breath of confidence, "Are you from around here?"
Officer Mellitus was definitely a cop. She listened and made no real facial expressions. It was impressive, really. Gwen knew that she was an emotional wreck most of the time, at least now. She was in culture shock (time shock?) every single day. It was a learning experience, though, and she had to survive it. She had to persevere. And she would, she knew she would. Gwen was worried the Officer might get upset, paranoid, or freaked out by her mutation. Some people didn't like the idea of mutants and she honestly had no idea if she would be one or not.
Yet, she had no real reaction to it. Gwen visibly relaxed now that that was in the out in the open. She even leaned back a little in her chair like they do now. No more sitting proper. It was kinda nice, honestly. The lack of etiquette this time had was relaxing, comfortable.
She nodded, "Indeed." It was pretty sad about the boy. At first, she was just angry about him and the situation. It took her some time to realize he was probably just as terrified and in as much pain as she was when it happened. He probably had parents who missed him, maybe even on that train. She wasn't sure how her world would even explain the sudden disappearance of the train car. The work of the devil, maybe? A witch? Maybe she'd find out one day.
She nodded. Just a box checked off. That was fine. She didn't really care, after all. She figured she'd be lucky to have no issues in getting her documents sorted correctly anyways. Gwen perked a brow and upon Officer Mellitus confession, she grinned big. That was a relief, no wonder she didn't care she was a mutant, "Oh, wow! That is amazing, what a coincidence. What are your abilities? If you don't mind me asking, of course." She had only met a couple other mutants in her time being in NYC. The ones she met in her time were usually being burned or were hanged.
How long had she had the power? She could totally make a joke here, "Well, a little over 150 years or so." It was a joke about her time but she quickly cleared her throat, "I manifested when I was a child."
Gwen took a breath when Agnes took her apology and her faultness. At least they didn't have to keep that going. Why would that have kept going, actually? How can someone actually look that good, honestly? She was even a little jealous. She debated on taking a sip of coffee but was worried a small nervous giggle might interrupt in the process. She didn't want to make a fool of herself in front of the ridiculously gorgeous woman, after all.
>> ”...such a beautiful name.”
And it was good she hadn't, because she immediately felt her nervous giggle escape her mouth. The woman checked her out and then called her name beautiful. It was quite a compliment coming from her, that was for sure. She just didn't know how to really reply except for a small, squeaky, "Well, thank you." She didn't feel like she could turn another shade of red but she still felt hot. After a couple seconds and regaining her composure for the umpteenth time, "Oh no, Agnes is a beautiful name, too. It has a certain charm. Strong, confident..." her voice trailed off. She smiled. That was true. It wasn't a common name in her time but it was a respectable one - it reminded her of names like Joan, like from the story of Joan of Arc. It was a strong name.
>>”Would you like to sit and join me? Unless you’re in a rush to leave? I certainly hope not on my account.”
She shook her head, she had no where to be. She was just here for the coffee. She thought anyways. Now she wasn't so sure. Was she about to go to sit with this woman for a chat? Could she handle herself long enough to have a chat wit her? Well, it was too late. Gwen needed to live a little, anyways. She'd never have had an opportunity like this in her time. "I have time," she smiled nervously, "No plans except to drink this coffee." That was kinda dumb... Of course she was going to drink the coffee. She kicked herself mentally before moving over to a table and offered for Agnes to sit in front of her.
With her two dozen donuts, she decided to sits and munch on them in peace at the donut shop. She was beginning to realize a hobby of hers was to people watch. In her time, she had never thought about it. She was busy doing womanly 19th century stuff, like cooking, cleaning, teaching, and sewing up tears in clothes, and of course, the dancing. The dancing was the best. It was pretty sad that dancing wasn't something that people did often in this time. Sure, they had their 'clubs' but that wasn't dancing. It wasn't elegant, graceful, moved by the music. It was a bunch of drunk people thinking they could dance (which, in their defense, happened plenty in her time, too.)
In either case, as she munched on her donuts, she watched as people came up and bought their donuts or coffee. She settled into her seat, content. Life was going to be good, even in this time. Although, something funny seemed to happen to some of the donuts in the counter... Some of them just disappeared. She thought she might have seeen a green glow, but she brushed it off as crazy. Maybe she was crazy? Or what if her rip in the timeline was causing stuff to go weird now? She panicked a little for a moment before she took a deep breath. No, Gwen, it was the mutant that caused that. It wouldn't follow you around. The space time fabricate is strong enough to make it through a small, small tear like that. The big one in NYC was the one that made her the most uncomfortable. That couldn't have been a good thing.
She glanced around the store. Maybe there was another mutant in here? She carefully scanned the room, quiet suspiciously. If someone wanted a donut, she'd have been happy to share her dozens. She could just get another one, after all. The more reasons to get more the better, honestly.
It was at times like this that she really, really wished that her abilities let her read minds. She could just scan and find out so fast. Yet, she could only whisper into peoples mind and see what they were seeing. She sighed. Her power was kinda useless in a way. Oh well.
Gwen sighed and leaned back in her chair as she took a sip of coffee. She was enjoying the whole relaxing sitting people could do now. No longer did a woman have to have her back in a straight line as she sat. Gwen was getting spoiled in this time.
She gave Lee a smile. It was sweet of her to try to offer her advice. She had thought about checking but she was having a surprisingly hard time finding information. She looked everywhere and couldn't find a d*mn thing. She was not a very good technology user yet, though. Gwen was saving money to hire someone to help her look into it. She wasn't sure if she had it in her to find it out by herself, anyways.
"Oh no, no, those are amazing suggestions. I have thought about it - I've even tried, some. It is hard, for me. I am not good with these technologies. Smart phones, the internet, computers and such... I am still learning and adjusting to these things. I am just trying to save some currency so I can hire someone to help me find information about them." She sighed and looked down at her coffee, "Plus, I am not quite sure if I could do it by myself. Emotionally, speaking. It is a lot easier to be forced to hear it from someone than it is to actually have to research it."
She cleared her throat, "Anyways, do you live in the area?"
Gwen didn't really understand why the woman was making her feel the way she was feeling. It made her a bit uncomfortable, nervous, and intimidated. She usually didn't feel this way about anyone. She wasn't even sure why that honey scent that dazzled around the woman made her feel a little crazy. She shivered thinking about it. She wasn't even a fan of honey.
>> ”Of course, sweetness,”
Gwen could only let out a nervous giggle as the woman added 'sweetness' and a wink. Oh god, why a wink? Gwen didn't feel very comfortable in the modern world, let alone getting called names by pretty women.
>> ”No need. Again, totally my fault...”
With that, she nearly ran into the woman again on the way out. Oh dear. Oh deary dear. She could tell her cheeks were red and she was sure the woman noticed too, "Oh, no, no, quite my fault. Silly me, not watching where I was going." How could she with that heavenly honey smell in the air?
>> ”...after all, I couldn’t let you get away that easily, could I, my starry eyed friend? My names Agnes. Yours, darling?”
She smiled slightly. She was enjoying the uniqueness of her new found eye color. She had no idea why her eye color was this color now. It had been a nice shade of green before she arrived in 2017. She just presumed maybe the timeline tainted a part of her. Who knew, maybe she'd be blind in a few years. Maybe she wouldn't have to see the beautiful woman in front of her who was waiting for her to reply.
She daintily took Agnes hand in hers and nodded with a shake, "I suppose not," which was followed by a nervous giggle. She cleared her throat, "I'm Gwendolyn Theodosia White. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Agnes. The coffee is good, I hope?" She was enjoying hers. She really needed to remember that middle names weren't part of introductions in this time.
Gwen could tell that the woman was lost in thought. Probably forming some type of opinion about the situation. Lots of people couldn't believe that she was subject to an arranged marriage. She usually had to remind people that 150 some odd years isn't a long time in the grand scheme of things.
She gave Lee a smile, "It's quite a pleasure to meet you." She nodded, "It is. It is quite crazy. I would not believe it myself if I was not the victim of circumstance." She sighed, "Yes, quite. I hope my family found a way to repair themselves after my loss. They were counting on that marriage."
She shrugged after a few moments and sipped some of her coffee, "Plus, this time is pretty nice. No slavery, abundance of food, most people seem to wear deodorant. It is nice."
Gwen had been convinced the Syndicate was the best place for her to make good - after all, mutants were heavily disadvtanged. While Charlie told her that the organization supported all people, it was focused on helping the most vulernable. It was a cause Gwen could take up, make her own, and excel at - after all, she was an abolitionist, a woman suffragist, among other supporter of liberty.
It turned out that the modern world was nearly as corrupt as the old world. Even in modern times, people were forced to choose medicine over life, medicine or rent, medicine or food, or some type of variation of that. It was disgraceful, in Gwen's opinion, especially considering how far humanity had come. There was food everywhere, how could someone not use it? She even read an article in the newspaper (thank God they still existed,) that somewhere of 40% of food is wasted in the Union. Maddening!
In either case, Gwen's mind drifted back to her current mission. Her and this Stephanie were going to find some dirt on a rather shady CEO and her company. It was still remarkable to Gwen that a woman could even be a CEO of an company, let alone one that was this powerful. It made her proud. On the other hand, it made her sick. How could a woman be complicit in such robbery? Such misery? Despite their advances, humanity would never grow up.
Hearing a cheery, Southern voice made Gwen's eyes snap over towards her. "Oh, Stephanie! There you are!" She smiled. It wasn't exactly legal what they were doing - so they had to be secretive about it. She made her way over towards the woman and sat down, "Just the woman I was looking for," she said more quietly with a smile.
Gwen was starting to fit in. She couldn't help her accent or the way she talked, but other than that and the occasionally stare at her eyes, she was fitted. Or whatever. She could eat this new food without feeling nausea, she had learned how to use electricity, she even had one of those smartphones that let people talk through the air or waves or whatever it's called.
Okay, maybe she didn't know the details behind things but honestly, most people in this time didn't know them either. Ask someone on the street if they knew how a cell phone works or the internet and she'd wager they wouldn't be able to answer correctly. At least, that made her feel better thinking that.
In either case, Gwen had received a phone call from a River, one of Charlie (and now hers) associates. She had to assist with getting the Syndicate over into the new universe. It turned out she wasn't the only time anomaly going on in the world. Whether that was good or bad, she wasn't sure, but at least she had a good job that paid her pretty well despite her lack of skills.
They had to find some dirt on a pharmaceutical company that was creating an illegal drug known as M. They had to find out how to blackmail the CEO, Holly Danvers, to get a deed. Or something like that, anyways.
Gwendolyn was fitting in well and so she decided to wear a nice pair of skinny jeans and a long sweater with a jacket. It wasn't too chilly, but they would be outside probably at night some. She wanted to be prepared for that.
Gwen walked into the delicatessen with a pair of sunglasses on. She took them off and stashed them in a purse she had resting on her side. Fashion! 21st century style! Woohoo! She immediately smelled a grilled cheese. It was her favorite food in this time and not a lot of places had grilled cheeses.
She wasn't really told a lot about who she was suppose to meet - all that she was told was that the woman would recognize her. So, with not much to go on, Gwen ordered her grilled cheese and a Coke and looked around the delicatessen to see if someone might recognize her.
She shook her head, "Oh no. I mean, the child, poor thing. However, my fiance was not with me. He was in Washington D.C. with his father, the Senator of Pennsylvania. I had never actually met him - it was arranged through my father, who is... Um, was a wealthy merchant."
She sighed. She did not want to go through with the wedding, but her father encouraged and nearly forced her to do so. He wanted the connections it would ensure to not only Penn, but to the District. Not to mention, as an avid believer in the Union, her father believed they would be able to make several contracts with the government once reconstruction began in the South.
She gave the woman a smile, "Oh, pardon my manners, my name is Gwendolyn Theodosia White." She held her hand out to shake like they did in this time. Wait, did they say middle names now or not? She couldn't' remember.
