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.
Gwendolyn couldn't help but let out a small laugh at her comment. Of course she knew - she was older than Gwen was. How lucky was she that she had met probably one of the only other people in the world that was her age and even older in this time? The coincidence was astounding.
She was also pretty darn happy she got those couple of shots in her system. She wasn't by any means drunk or even tipsy, but she could feel her mood relax. Things would be okay, even if it didn't feel that way right now. She had met an amazing person who was helping her, she nearly already had a job in this new world, and maybe even a place to live.
She nodded. She could adjust and every day would just be like... A normal day.
She stood up and pushed her dress down and began to walk towards the door before she perked a brow as Charlie told her to wait and seemed to glance over her. What was wrong? It took a minute once she came back out of her room but it clicked in her mind. Yeah, she probably didn't need to keep wearing this dress. She really needed to change into a modern style if she was going to go going on adventures. She nodded and took the clothes from Charlie and went into her room.
After about 10 minutes or so, Gwen came back out looking slightly uncomfortable but otherwise modern looking. "This is... Strange. I feel... Weird, in these trousers. I'll get use to them, of course." She was messing around with the sweater and fidgeting with the jeans on her hips. Where exactly where they suppose to go? On the hips, above the hips? She wasn't really sure.
Gwen was enjoying the coffee shop. She had been scouting them out ever since she actually started making some money. She was beginning to finally adjust to how coffee tasted in this time. Of course, she was adjusting to how everythign tasted in this time. Nothing was the same. She missed the old ways but she was warming up to the 21st century version of food.
>> ”Oh, no apology necessary, Kind of a lame topic I guess...talking about coffee in a coffee shop. Sorry if I interrupted you.”
Gwen couldn't help but stare at the woman's beautiful blue eyes. She took a breath and tried to shake the feelings that went through her before her, not to mention trying to reduce the blush that went over her cheeks. What kind of feeling was this?
She cleared her throat, "Oh, no. A chat about coffee in a coffee shop makes quite good sense." She shook her head as someone grumped and skipped her in line. She glared towards the man but whatever, she was a bit distracted by the beautiful, amazing smelling woman that was beside her. She was captivating, somehow. Gwen was pretty sure she was straight. She thought, anyways. At least in her time... But, in this time, it was different. People had become more accepting and understanding, it was no longer considered a sin. At least, to the people who really mattered.
"Um, well, let me get my coffee," she fumbled before she stepped forward after the man. She was going for a nice, basic, small cup of black coffee. It reminded her the most of her time, her home.
It was a very basic order, so she had the small cup of joe pretty quickly. She began to walk back towards the exit but she nearly ran into the woman as she tried to find herself heading towards the exit, "Oh, I apologize. Again." She turned a deep shade of red.
Gwendolyn was trying to take in the busy police station. She could tell it did not have the funds necessary to have a proper, safe force. Despite all the advances in machines, it all still boiled down to one thing: the dollar. Even in this time, it had all become about money. She guessed it always was, especially after living an entire century before.
She shook her head, "I was not that mutant. However, I am a mutant." Gwen didn't think anything strange about her asking about if she was a mutant or not. It made sense. She had to be honest with the officer, right? She was an agent of the law. Even if she was against mutants, there had to be things in place that would help her. It wasn't Gwen's fault she had some random X-Gene. Granted, at least the officer couldn't say she was possessed.
She took a deep breath, "I can view others through their eyes. So I can see what they see, I can hear what they say but not as well, and I can also whisper into their minds." It was so weird saying that out loud and she nearly whispered it to the officer. She didn't want others to really hear about that - it wasn't something that she wanted the world to know. Whether it was a bad habit that she kept from 1862 (after all, she could have been hanged for this) or if it was because of anti-mutant sentiments in the present, she wasn't entirely sure.
She gave a weak smile, "So, I am definitely a mutant. I just did not do the time jumping thing that the boy did. Oh, the boy. He did not make it, rest his soul." Poor kid but hey, at least he got her out of an unwanted marriage, even if it was a little extreme.
She ndoded, Maya was a beautiful name, even though the man/woman was unconventional. It would have been terrible for Gawain/Mirror to live in her time. She sighed as she thought about what awful things they probably would have done to him. "Maya is a beautiful name. As is Gawain is a handsome name." She smiled.
>> "May I ask what your power is? You don't have to tell if you don't want to."
She nodded, "Sure. I can see through others eyes and hear, but not as well. I can also whisper into their minds. So, I can see what they see, what they hear, and I can talk to them. However, the whispering kind of makes people freak out. Most of the time they know that the voice is not right in their mind." She chuckled. She sure had messed with some people before.
Gwen turned a little red and nodded. It was a good idea to sit down. It wasn't really a long story, but it was one that not a lot of people believed.
Gwen followed Lee and she took a seat across from her and she handed over the article. She nodded, "Yes, that is it." The woman did know about it! At least, as much as the paper knew, anyways.
She cleared her throat, "I was on the train to go to my wedding, however, a young mutant was aboard. Maybe 11, I'm not sure. He must have been losing control of his power because he was turning white. The next second later, I went through this searing pain over my body and blacked out. I am presuming that was part of the jump into present." She paused, waiting to see if the woman had any questions.
The officer was listened, at least politely. She didn't immediately cut her off, question her sanity, ask if she needed to be escorted back to an insane asylum, or anything. That was always a good reaction. In fact, she didn't seem to make any real reaction. Such a good police officer, actually. Perfect in training. It calmed Gwen down a little bit, knowing that the officer was a professional. Plus, she read the article. Someone actually reads the newspaper in this time! Yes! That made her feel a little better about the situation, too. At least she knew the basics of the situation. Well, the situation that the newspaper knew of. They hadn't really figured out why it had happened.
She smiled, "Well, that is quite a fair enough exchange." She nodded a confirmation afterwards. If telling her story made her legal, that would be a worthy enough exchange. She needed to be able to have an ID that would let her buy liquor, as a great example. In fact, she really missed whiskey. Really missed it. She followed behind the officer as they walked through the police department. It was busy, hectic, and Amelia didn't really have an office - she just took a desk from someone else that had a computer. No complaints from Gwen, though, she understood that the officer had to do what she had to do.
She sat down in a seat in front of the desk and pulled it up. She laid her folder out and began to take the documents out, "Birth certificate, passport, um... other papers that show I existed in 1862." Including the letter about her marriage proposal to the Senator's son. She wondered if her family thought about her - if they wondered what happened, if she was dead or not. It was depressing not knowing what had happened to her family. Her next goal was to find out - maybe she some long lost relatives or something? They'd probably be her great great great great great nephews and nieces or cousins or something, but hey, family is family... Right?
She nodded, "Kind of. A mutant in the train car lost control of his powers - he was young. Maybe just manifested. Anyways, he practically exploded and the entire train car, including myself, was transported into the present. So, yeah, here I am." That was kind of the short and dirty version. It was the one that only she really understood, anyways. It left out her marriage, her reasoning behind the train car... If the officer wanted me, she could give her the additional information, of course.
Gwen hadn't completely decided if she liked the big city of New York or not. She had a lot of feelings about it. She had feelings about so much about all the different things. Some were good, some were terrible.
One thing she did have good feelings about was the abundance of shops, specifically coffee shops. She could go to a new one every day and it make entire sense. Plus, it didn't cost an entire months wage to get a cup of coffee. That was always nice, granted, Gwen never had to worry about that anyways. She sighed, she had lived a very privilaged life in her time. She couldn't believe she made out like it was so bad for so long - she was wrong. There was so much good in her time, despite all the evil. She hated slavery and the treatment of women and other minorities, but it seemed like humanity was going to slip right back into their racist ways. It wasn't too long ago, after all, only 150 some odd years ago. It just seemed wrong that after so much progress, it seemed like it could easily be lost. Not to mention, now there was a whole new equality fight - for mutants. That hadn't existed in her time because they weren't even considered mutants.
Demons. She had thought she was partially possessed her entire life, not some 'genetic' code programmed by her body during her formation in her mother's womb. It was a good feeling to know that the Devil hadn't occupied her, though, and it was merely a this whole genetic thing - no one has a choice if they're a mutant or not. In similar ways, humanity had progressed - race was also genetic, uncontrollable. As was sexual orientation, which was a bigger shock to Gwen than she was expecting but she could only find happiness that the world had become so accepting. At least, it had. Maybe it would continue that way, maybe it wouldn't. The Civil War was suppose to ensure African Americans the rights of as any white man but they didn't get full rights until the 1960's - a whole century later. And that didn't happen until after the systematic murder of over 6 million Jewish individuals in Europe.
It made her sick to her stomach.
Despite all of this, though, she had to continue to live her life as a citizen of the 21st century. She had accepted her fate - she was a woman trapped in a different time, but she fit more in with this time than hers. Not to mention, Gwen was really enjoying hot showers, toothpaste, soda, and the abundance and easiness of getting food. Lots and lots of food. She couldn't imagine something like this in 1862. She figured the world would get better, but she didn't realize it would be this better. At least, in the United States. She had learned that this type of equity hadn't formed across the globe.
It was all a huge learning experience, one that made Gwen tired most of the time.
Gwen had decided to wear a long dress, despite the cooling weather. She knew she needed to stock up on more warm clothes, but she still felt wrong in jeans. It wasn't like it was a bad thing, it just didn't feel right on her. She had made herself wear them several times and they were comfortable enough. She knew women in this time mostly wore jeans, too.
With a sigh, she made her way into a small, corner coffee shop, and she stood in line. She glanced around at the people. Someone seemed to be making quite a show because one woman nearly dropped a cup. Sheesh. Plus, that honey smell. It smelled absolutely amazing. She had been in some bee farms in her youth and it was always amazing watching and smelling the hand crafted honey. Her eyes scanned the room before her eyes finally landed on who was causing the commotion - a very, very beautiful woman, definitely a woman that knew she was beautiful too. It took a moment, but Gwen realized she had said something, "Did you say something? I quite apologize, I did not hear you." Her voice came out in a very upper class, proper, Bostonian accent. She wasn't even sure if she was talking to her or someone else, honestly, but heck, why not reply?
Gwen had hoped that the woman wouldn't notice her comment about being from 1862. After all, half the people she talked to didn't believe her until she pulled out the article. She had decided that she'd always keep a copy of that article, just for situationsn where they didn't believe her. After all, it was a pretty big commotion - plus, someone died under the train car. They never identified the body but she later found out it was actually the woman who was hepling her adjust to this world, helped her find a job, update her warddrobe and all of the junk that went into being a functional 21st century citizen.
She took her coffee and sighed, "Well, I'm originally from 1862. That's when I got teleported here due to a mutant who lost control in my time. I was in a train car, heading off towards my wedding... And well, it's kind of a long story." She motioned to a table, "Would you care to sit? I can give you the details." She was already reaching for the article out of her pocket.
Gwen loved donuts. She had no idea what they were made of, how they were invented, why, or anything, but she absolutely loved them. She wasn't sure if they existed in her time or not, but it didn't matter. She just loved them. Plus, a yummy Krispy Kremes was right beside a vacation brochure shop. Gwen knew she wasn't going on a vacation time, but she really wanted to check out all the new countries and stuff.
Get some insight on how they were, what was safe - maybe once she got her legal documents all settled, she'd be able to travel. They had these airplanes now that could take you anywhere in what, less than 24 hours. It was remarkable. Although, she hated the word remarkable now. She had no idea how she was going to get her documents updated, though... Would the government accepted her 1800's birth certificate? Would they believe her? She did carry the newspaper article where she suddenly appeared in this time. She sighed.
In a long dress, she stepped into the coffee shop. She wasn't sure what she wanted but she glanced over the shop and it's inhabitants. She saw a couple older couples, a young couple that looked like they were on a date, and a few friends together. A businessman was getting some coffee and rushing. Gwen didn't even realize they had coffee here. Huh. Whatever, though, she only wanted those glazed donuts.
With that, she stepped up to the counter, "Can I have a dozen of glazed please?" She paused, "Um, make that two dozen, please." She had to bring some back for Charlie, right...? Right?
When Gwen saw the confusesd look on the woman face, she felt her stomach fall. Ugh, she hated this time sometime. She did her best to adjust but sometimes it seemed pointless. It wasn't like she had a choice, though. She was trapped here. Whether or not she liked it, she was going to be in this timeline for probably the rest of her life. She'd eventually get the hang of it. At least, hopefully.
Gwen was about to answer but then the woman ordered her drink and lots of muffins. Six muffins? That surely couldn't all be for herself. Maybe she had family or something nearby? There was a hotel or something like that nearby. Gwen wasn't entirely sure, but kind of remembered that.
It was her turn. It was her turn. She had been so caught up in her conversation, she forgot to think about what she wanted. With a slight panic, "Um, just a small black coffee. Thanks." She pulled her 'debit card' out to pay and once she did so, she stepped beside the woman, "I'm from Boston... In the Union, of course." What if there was another Boston? She hadn't thought about that... She then sighed, and muttered, "From 1862." Hopefully, the woman wouldn't hear.
But if she did, at least she had an interesting story to tell her.
Gwen was eager to hear if the woman had higher shoes. They didn't have those kind of shoes in her time. Granted, they didn't have like 90% of the items in this time in her time. It was remarkable. She sighed a little. She was sick of everything feeling remarkable.
She stepped forward as Lee did and she gave a weak smile, unsure of what she meant by fingers crossed. Had she ever heard of that saying before? She had a very perplexed face on for a bit. She turned a little red, "Fingers crossed? What do you mean? Like good luck?" Ugh, she had no idea what all these sayings were nowadays. She was adapting to this new English fairly well, but it was still hard when there was so many sayings.
Gwen gave the woman a smile, especially as she noticed her compliment about her heels. She didn't even realize she had mentioned her like of the heels until the woman started talking to her. She was also amazed that there might be even taller heels, "Oh. Wow! I really like the ones you are wearing, do you have taller ones?"
Gwen peeked around the line to see how long it might take. Was this coffee shop really going to be any better than all the other regular coffee shops? She wasn't sure. Nothing tasted as good as it did back in her time, but maybe that was just her nostalgia. Maybe this one would be the coffee shop that changes her life forever.
She grinned a little and gave a soft shrug, "I actually have no idea. Most of the places I've been are... Not so great, either. It seemed pretty popular according to the internet." Her friend, Charlie, said it had good reviews on this site of 'google,' whatever that was.
Gwen was adjusting well. At least, that is what she thought. Nothing tasted the same - coffee, meals, even the rice. But there was so much food. It was everywhere, it was cheap, and it was easy to get. It was remarkable how far the world had come since 1862. It wasn't terrible then but most people went to bed hungry. Gwen just couldn't wrap her mind around it. The only down side was that it seemed like people forgot how important food was - it seemed to be taken for granted, like it would always be there.
In either case, Gwen had decided to try a different outfit on the nice, autumn day. She wore blue jeans and a basic, blue t-shirt. It was so strange. She had never dressed in jeans and a shirt like this in her time - h*ll, she'd probably have been disowned by her father, hanged, and then stoned for extra measure. One of those things she had to adjust too, though. It was a nice change, though. No longer were the days of being harassed for being a woman, except for the occassionally 'catcaller' or whatever they were called.
In either case, Gwen had found herself a coffee shop that she was interested in. She saw a woman wearing practically all black and tall heels walk into the coffee shop. Gwen slipped in right after her and remarked at how tall the heels were. She had seen a few other women, and one man, wear similar heels. She debated on getting herself a pair as well, but she figured it'd probably be safer for her to keep with little heels and these 'tennis shoes' for now. Tennis shoes were really comfortable, with this 'memory foam' all in it. She knew she was becoming spoiled by this time.
Gwen nodded. He was right - there was still a lot to do in all aspects of equality. Gwen was lucky to have been from a time when liberty and freedom was becoming prosperious for all people. It was unfortunate that it didn't really create liberty until nearly a century later, at least for people of color. She sighed. She had learned about the registration act recently and she couldn't believe that humanity hadn't learned their lesson, "It's surprising to see how much hate and misunderstanding is within the human nature. It's remarkable that people can never learn from their past."
>> I can walk through mirrors... kind of like teleporting. Also, I change into a woman every other day."
She eyed Gawain carefully for a moment. He changed into women? "Oh... That must be, well, difficult. Do you have a different name for when you are a woman?" She really wasn't sure what else to say to that. It was his/her nature to shift into a woman and into a man, so it was a natural thing. It wasn't something she had ever really heard of before. Walking through mirrors was pretty amazing, though. She chuckled, "You would have hated living in my time. Glass was not very common, except for the upper elites." Like herself, to be frank, but she wasn't going to say that.
