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.
So, she was 22, which meant she was an 'old main' in her own time, as she had noted. It had to be strange, being ripped out of your own time and into the future - a future that was as weird as this one, with mutants and Internet and a rip in space and time. Gawain wondered how she was doing. Did someone give her a place to stay? Was she under surveillance or something?...
>>"Apology accepted. 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."
So, she had thought that he thought she was a celebrity of some sort. A person from the news. That's why she had been playing along.
>>"Do you have any questions about my time or...?"
"Oh, no" Gawain shook his head "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."
It sounded weird now.
"Are you... I mean, how are you settling in? Do you have a place to stay? Is someone helping you?"
So the problem was not Nate and his teaching technique, as much as Celeste herself being a perfectionist. Maya knew that wanting to do something without fault usually led to abandoning it halfway through, since very few things were perfect at the first try. She watched as Celeste crumpled the paper and threw it away. She doubted much had been on it, but she was already starting a new one. She was definitely putting in the effort.
>>"Do you teach any classes?"
"Nah" Maya smiled a little "I do DR training sessions for students to work with their powers. I'm better at that than academics."
Maya made herself comfortable on the chair. If she knew anything about art, she knew it took time, so she made sure to settle in for the long haul. Helping someone else with their homework was sometimes more fun than others. This time, at least she had cake. Not that she could eat it right now. But probably after. And she would take some to Kalos too. She was a big fan of cake, that one.
"So, why art?" she ventured, trying to keep her face from moving too much "Is it an elective, or did Nate blackmail you somehow?"
Gawain was aware that he was staring, and yet thoughts were racing in his head way too fast to stop, or make any kind of a coherent sentence. God, this was awkward. The girl was not a very good actress, she was actually a person thrown here from the 19th century... and stuck?
>>"Yes, I was. Yes... I am, 'for real,' as you say."
Well, this certainly made things more awkward. Gawain felt like he should apologize for the misunderstanding... wait, did she just assume he wanted to talk to her about her story because he somehow knew she was from that train?...
>>"I'm a 177 years old."
Gawain blinked.
"No, technically, you aren't, not physically, anyway..." he paused, realizing that he was thinking of this as a science fiction problem, not as someone's life "... I'm sorry. It's just... I do like history. But traveling in time, that's... It must be difficult."
The 'demigods' showed no signs of remorse. Maya knew that the king had kept most of the population docile by brainwashing them, but in every place, every era, there were always people that were entirely too eager to volunteer. This merry bunch of ***holes was definitely recruited from the best of them.
>>”Ah guess th’ demigods ay common sense an’ intellect stayed haem today.”
"Or maybe that's a gorgon mutation." Maya frowned at the well-built figures. ***holes or not, there were too many of them.
>>“Your words are tainted by the crimes you committed against Atlantis and its rightful king!”
>>”Atlan was a corrupt tyrant an’ we kicked his arse. Yer friends, too. If ye wanna prove there’s a brain amongst yer lot, jist let us leave.”
They didn't. They felt secure in numbers, and all too eager to fight.
"Stay at the door and if this gets bad, get the kids out back" Maya told the guard on duty at the shelter. It was another guard, not the one from before. Whatever the demigods could bring, they were not going to get to the kids.
The rock mutant moved first, manifesting right behind Becca. Maya's first instinct was to yell, but her companion was fast to react, and blocked the hit just in time. Besides, she had her own problems to deal with. She felt defenseless without her archery gear. The next person lunged towards her, assuming that the rock guy would make short work of Becca. As if. The woman, stunning in her figure and also apparently an accomplished fighter, threw a kick that Maya managed to block, but it did push her back several feet. Enhanced strength? Maya ducked and countered... and her fist sunk deep into the woman's side. Nope, malleability.
"Oh come on! That's at least half of a physical mutation, you hypocrite!"
Gawain felt slightly outnumbered when he stepped out of the mirror. Not because there was one of him and two of the girls, although he was sure they would have put up a good fight, and probably kicked his ass back into the mirror, if he made any trouble. Rather, it was the space. He'd never meant to intrude, not really, but now he was in to deep to just walk away. Especially if this one chick was really... Other Alice.
He shuddered again.
>>”Skye, don’t be silly. That clock’s been slow since I started here. It should honestly be midnight now, more or less. Is there something wrong, hun?”
"Well... sh*t." Gawain sighed, and sat down on the closest chair "I was... not gonna do this here, but oh well, you might as well see that I wasn't lying."
The shift happened in a minute or so. Gawain's frame shrunk a little, his hair grew out, and when it was all done, Maya looked up at the two women.
Well, for better or worse, they were having a conversation now. Gawain listened to her story, which was very much fit for the 19th century - for her race and class, anyway. Could have been better if she was a man, but it also could have ended a lot worse. He suspected they did not want to make the museum visitors too uncomfortable right off the bat...
>>"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."
Okay, so that checked out. But if her character was all marriage and babies, what was she doing in New York City? Was that just an inconsistency in the planning?...
>>"Well... I was boarding my train to go home. A small boy, a mutant, as your time calls him,"
Gawain blinked. Mutant? That was interesting. No one was entirely sure how long mutants had been manifesting powers... but they were not usually included in the history books just yet. Intriguing.
>>"He... Manifested. He ended up taking me, and him, and the train car, into the present, into 2017. Poor boy did not live."
Gawain paused, staring at her. For a long time.
"The train car?" he had heard the news, even though he did not exactly keep a close eye on the media. He had written it off as yet another weird side effect of the rip. The fact that someone had walked off of it had never made it all the way to his brain. "You were on that...?"
But then that meant... Gawain looked the woman over again, stunned.
Kalos appeared again, back in her overalls, and intent on telling the woman off.
>>"Clothes should not be make people low! People are... they should be... I'm sorry. I'm very, very sorry."
"It's okay" Maya put an arm around her shoulder. She was going to protect the sweet coral kid from any harm, including weird retail people. And it wasn't like she was wrong about the clothes. She was totally right. No piece of clothing should make anyone less than.
>>"I am sorry too. It is a culture thing and difficult for those that are free to understand. We don't sell short sari. Only long, you see? No one is low who leaves my shop."
Well, at least the woman caught on enough to apologize too. It had been a miscommunication. Maya took the bag with the clothes and the shoes.
>>"Clothes are difficult."
"They are." Maya chuckled as they walked out of the shop. It had not been a complete success, but also not a complete disaster. "Some people are better at not judging others by their clothes than... other people." she sighed "Alright, where next?"
Oh, the guy was far from happy about this. Gawain could tell. He was ready to walk out too, and find a mutant-friendly parlor (or an artist that was actually a mutant?), but in the end, common decency or a late-night bonus must have won out in Ravi's mind, because he reluctantly settled down for further conversation. Gawain stowed Maya's bra and shirt in his bag, and sat back down too. If things got too awkward, he could still leave.
>>”What were you thinking you wanted done?"
"Well..." Gawain paused "I have two names. A guy name and a girl name. I was named after a knight and a goddess... mom's a dork" he said with a small smile, clear how much he cared for his mother "I want a design that combines symbols of the two. A coat of arms, and the veil of Maya."
He dug into the bag, and held out a piece of paper for Ravi; it was Gawain of Orkney's coat of arms, a golden pentagram on a red field.
She still did not give her name. Gawain didn't push her. In her world, it would be impolite anyway, for a random guy to ask a girl's name like that, and as a museum guest, he did not want to be a jerk to the actress. She probably got a lot of those a day anyway.
She sat down, and Gawain sat too. Now she was curious what kind of a story she had to tell.
>>"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."
Oh, nice. Gawain decided he liked the girl. The character, anyway. She could not fully go against her time, but at least she had dreams and aspiration. Also, he was very glad to be living in a time when arranged marriages were not the norm in America, and neither were matches based on wealth. Otherwise, he would have been screwed. Double screwed. Triple, if counting the gender shifting...
>>"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... Any questions so far?"
"I am sorry they put you in that situation" Gawain noted "It could not have been an easy decision to make. But... if you were headed for Washington, then, why are you here?"
>>"You know, your enthusiasm and confidence is very catching but unless awful is a future signature line, I have to disagree."
Maya took a glance at the unfinished sketches. She did not agree. Sure, they were rough, but for someone like Maya who was permanently stuck on the level of stick figures, they were still showing promise. At least Celeste was willing to try.
>>"Well, if you want to be painted like a French girl, I'd suggest just plopping down on the table."
Maya looked at the pastries covering the entire surface of the kitchen table.
"Ooh. Decadent."
>>"Maybe... On the bar stool? Maybe I could add some tables into it... somehow..."
"Yeah, my face is up here" Maya grinned, climbing onto a bar stool and turning to face Celeste "Let's start with the basics, shall we?"
Well, he was in too deep now. The thing with talking to characters was that Gawain was inherently curious. He did not see anyone else clamoring to talk to her either, which was a pity, because she had clearly put a lot of effort into preparing. And he wanted to hear what she had to say.
>>"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."
"I would like to hear it" Gawain volunteered. He really did. Plus, who was to know that other parts of America did not have different histories? He decided that knowing one short time period really well, and comparing it to the other side, would probably yield better results than searching for differences blindly "I mean, if you are willing to tell it, Miss...?"
Gawain reminded himself why he was here in the first place. Interactive history was all neat and well, but he really did need a refresher course on New York City history, if he was going to get anywhere with his inter-dimensional research project. But if he could do it while spending time with this cool person... so be it.
>>"Oh, I have never lived in New York City until a couple weeks ago."
Gawain blinked. Okay, so that was a little unusual for a live interpretation character. Why would they place her here? Did they have a special exhibit or something?
>>"If you want to know about Boston, though, I can give you some fun details of the 1850's and 1860's."
"Well... that sounds interesting" Gawain noted. Interesting, but not useful. He decided to try another angle. Maybe the character's idea of history was different. "How did you end up moving to New York, then?"
They ended up shaking hands. She was a little awkward at it. Gawain was, once again, impressed with the nuances in her performance; he had been fully ready to kiss her hand, but apparently she was using her talents to show how handshakes were not common for women back in her... era? He knew she was somewhere in the 19th century, but did not have enough expertise to guess the rest. Either way, she was definitely dedicated.
>>"Apologies accepted, Mr. Morris. I'm more on nerves these days, albeit quite well."
This was too much fun. She did not give her own name, which was a slip (characters loved to give their names), and now he was also curious who she was in real life. Acting student?...
>>"May I assist you, sir?"
"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?"
The joke earned a laugh from Celeste. That was good. If she was laughing, she was less nervous. Maya ate some more cake. It was wrong of Nate to put this much pressure on students about art, but at the same time, she really could not blame him for the resulting pastries.
>>"Okay... I can, but... You have to promise you won't hate me because it's going to turn out awful."
"Well, that's not an attitude for an artist to have" Maya arced an eyebrow "It's gonna be good, or it's gonna be 'an early sketch by great artist Celeste that already shows some of her future signature lines.' Or something." she chuckled, picking up the plate again "So, where do you want me to sit?"
