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.
>>“I wasn’t finished speaking. Really I think this would be best in more private.”
Amethyst hated this whole situation. She was just getting used to a different kind of life, and now the suitor from the past showed up with his Atlantean idiocies. She tried to move away but was held back. Big mistake. She could hear Carrick growl.
>>”Best remove yer hand from her less I remove it fer ya. Only warning.”
>>“Princess. I implore you to control... Your boyfriend. I only wish to talk to you about your standing and how we can improve it. Did you not know of my standing? My father has given me yet another promotion and with us paired I believe you can jump the line to the throne. At least by two. What can this creature do for you other than keep your bed warm?”
Strange. It was strange, almost surreal, listening to someone talk like that. She had been so used to it, a lifetime ago. She would not have even noticed. But now she did.
"Control him?" Amethyst tilted her head. She gave an impish smile. "Na. I don't feel like it."
Iason gave her a surprised look. It was satisfying.
"And I am in line to the throne. You are a boy who gets promotions from his father. I will be jumping no lines with you."
>>”A suitor ya say?... Wow! Didn’t know ya had that big of a following! Are there more?”
Amethyst could read Carrick's body language by now, tail and all. She knew he was not the aggressive kind, normally, but he did get jealous when 'jerks' hit on her. And honestly, Iason qualified as a jerk even by Atlantean standards.
>>“Surely as her pet you would know her charm!”
>>”Was he one of the reasons ya left?... Aye, know her charm took me a bit ta find it. Not a pet though.”
The princess snorted. Took a while, indeed. It was mutual. But now, knowing better, she was glad they both stuck to it.
"Not really. I don't think the queen would have forced me to marry him after all." She shrugged.
>>“Very well, Concubine then. Mine prefers that title as well. She is many things... Princess! I have come to seek your company, surely you know a place where we can go for a more intimate conversation?” I
"He is my boyfriend." Amethyst clarified. She had come around to the term. Pet was definitely a no, and concubine didn't describe their relationship anymore... And people seemed to cringe at 'lover' although she had no idea why. She glanced at the woman standing back. Now she was probably really a concubine. Iason was not the romantic kind. "I don't think we need an intimate conversation."
>>”Home is where me heart is. So where ever ya go I’m sure I’d follow. Used ta moving around a lot. Carnie fer life.”
Amethyst's look softened and she smiled at him. A royal pain indeed. But a sincere man. And he loved her.
>>”So the place I’m thinking is just round the corner here. Jazz band plays all night. Should be a good time."
Carrick reacted to the warmth before she did. It took Amethyst a moment to place the strange feeling as they turned to see the glowing figure. It was familiar. Way familiar. From a lifetime ago.
>>“At Last! We have finally found you! Princess Iris Beryl Amethyst! It is I! I’ve traveled to this... city to find you!”
Oh boy.
The man picked up her hand to kiss it; she felt his unusual warmth. Amethyst tensed up, even as Carrick seemed entertained.
>>”Ah, a show! Ya know him Ames?”
"Hello, Iason" Amethyst said calmly. If there was a contest of bravado, Carrick had already won it. "Of course I know him. He was one of my suitors back home."
>>”Aye. That’s good! Right? Less divided?.... Oh...Oooooooh.... You mean...”
"Yes." Amethyst nodded. Their relationship would not have been accepted in Old Atlantis. Even by her, honestly.
>>”Well that’s good right? Not that I normally care what anyone thinks. ‘Cept you. But means it’s easier fer us. Right? Queen seemed supportive I think... did she know? She had to right?... Fancy a visit back? Pretty sure I could fit right in ta palace life. I’m royalty after all!”
"You are a royal pain is what you are." the princess smirked at him, holding his hand. It really did grow on one after a while. "We could... although I don't want to move back there any time soon..."
>>”Nah, I’m telling ya love when I showed up everyone thought twice before pulling the trigger, all of a sudden there was an angel ready ta pass judgement and that was all Ranger needed ta run up and put the hurt on them. Even got a ‘Good job kid’”
"It is surprising how often people mistake you for an angel. Instead of a griffin." Amethyst noted, amused by his story. Carrick knew how to spin a tale, which was annoying more often than not, but it did grow on her after a while. She didn't really understand the general American preoccupation with angels, though. They were boring at best.
>>”Anyways, ya ever think about home Ames?... What was I talking about again? Oh home. It didn’t seem so bad when we went last time, I mean, sides from the flight there... and the chamber with the rock didn’t do much fer me. But the place seemed nice.”
"Home?" she blinked, holding his hand as he seemed distracted for a moment. Times like this, he really was like a cat. "Atlantis?" It was funny, it took her a moment to catch up. Home, for the past years, had been New York. More recently, the apartment they shared with Praxi. "I mean... it is quite a beautiful place. And it is becoming less... divided, I hear." It was still a sore spot, the things she used to believe.
Praxi put an arm around Amethyst, and while she normally would have taken it as horribly patronizing... in the spirit of revelry she allowed it. It was weirdly... comforting, in a way. They were all allowed in, by an excessively friendly Kyle. The party was in ful swing, with people drinking and dancing and chatting everywhere around them. Carrick already had drinks in hand somehow.
Amethyst peered into the cup.
"How am I supposed to drink something that looks like her?" she blinked. The sentence would have been one of disgust not so long ago... but right now, it was mostly confusion. "Is there alcohol in this?"
Amethyst allowed herself to be carried to this so-called party Carrick and Praxi were intent on crashing. She had not spent much time on college campuses. She noted the Greek letters on the building, but they meant nothing to her. It was just gibberish.
>>”Figured you two would fit right in!”
"None of those are actually togas" Amethyst observed as she was set down, smoothing her own exquisite teal chiton over her body. She was happy to accompany the other two to a place they were excited to go, but that didn't mean she would stop being judgmental about it.
>>“Whoa... Hey. I’m Kyle. Never seen you before.”
Amethyst arched an eyebrow at Kyle. He was handsome, in a clueless college student way. "Princess Amethyst. We are here to grace this gathering with out presence."
Amethyst leveled a look at the two of them. Both bouncy in different ways. And very excited about the idea of a party. In Amethyst's experience, most parties were not all that they were cracked up to be. But that was because it had been her actual royl duty to attend hundreds of them.
"Are you two ganging up on me?" he rolled her eyes, amused. "Fine. We'll go. But it better be a good one, Carrick. And if someone spills beer on me I'm leaving" She smirked. "I have an Atlantean wardrobe, darling. And you do too. And I can give Praxi anything she... likes." Since she could technically fit into...basically anything.
Amethyst swatted at Carrick's tail again, and took her drink back to the breakfast table. For all the annoying bravado, Carrick seemed... in his element, around the both of them.
>>”Pssshh, invites are boring! Where's the surprise? Ya know what ta expect with invites but fer us... they come around as much as yer compliments.”
Amethyst wrinkled her nose. He was not wrong. Back in Atlantis, they never had the... people like them invited to the parties. She was beginning to discover New York was not that different.
>>"A party? I mean, I haven't done one of those in years... but if there's a chance of hearing the Princess sing, I could be open to this."
>>”Years? Years Ames, Years. Praxi you poor girl!... Yer making it sound like I tricked ya into singing. It just so happened that the place was known fer making people sing. How was I ta know about such a magical place? It was beautiful Praxi! Like hearing an angel sing! and I know a bit about angels.”
Amethyst rolled her eyes, moving out of the way; if Carrick wanted to swoon, he could swoon without spilling her drink. She still didn't believe he had taken her to the singing place completely by accident."Calm down, fly boy."
>>”Well if ya don’t want ta sing, do ya have any invites fer tonight?”
The princess gave him an amused look over her glass. "Not for tonight, no. My schedule is not that busy."
The irony was not lost on Amethyst. She had been raised to see gorgons as displeasing and unattractive, due to their physical differences. And then she met Carrick, who was the last person she'd ever imagine being with. And here they were. Praxi, on her part, was as different as possible - given she had a whole body made of jello that could take on any shape - and yet, the princess was warming to having her around.
>>”I heard it! Compliments are far and few in this apartment. Savor them!”
"Pfft." Amethyst swatted at his tail again, before hopping up to take a seat on the counter, and picking up one of the mimosas Praxi made. "If I gave you any more compliments, your ego would not fit through the door."
>>”How’d I learn to make mimosas? I was grumpy that I had learned to wear dresses but the Mansion had no big dances to attend. So a girl named Elke dragged me to crash a party. There was… not an insignificant amount of spiked punch. Anyway, we woke up the next day and she made mimosas with a bottle of champagne she stole. Borrowed? Okay, probably stole.”
Amethyst arched an eyebrow. Praxi, crashing a party and getting drunk. Go figure.
>>”Praxi, crashing a party?... She is gonna be a bad influence on us... Great idea Praxi! Darling would ya like ta crash a party with us tonight?”
The princess tilted her head at Carrick (sitting on the counter, at least she was the same height). "You want me to crash a party?... I get invited to parties." She noted. "And I'm not falling for you making me sing again."
For an 'apex predator', Carrick did react to the champagne pop exactly like a cat. Amethyst jumped too, before she realized what was happening. She was familiar with the idea of cocktails, she quite liked it actually, which is why they had those things in the fridge. She was a little surprised Praxi knew too, though.
>>”Gryphon form keeps growing. Pretty sure me wings grew a foot last year.”
"It definitely takes up more of the bed." the princess smirked, reaching out to scratch his wing gently between the feathers before she nudged it away so she could continue making breakfast.
>>"I don't know how much I'll keep growing. I used to have a smaller full-size, but most people do, right? I think at some point I'd probably stop growing like other people do. I guess I could be taller now, but... well, I dunno. I feel comfortable with the 'curves,'... Why? Do you think I look silly like this? I mean, I like the way your body is, but this fits me more?"
"I don't think it's silly" Amethyst shrugged. She had learned with Carrick that other people were sometimes more insecure about their bodies or had different ideas of decency (which is why she tended to cover up somewhat more now, even when at home). "I think it's kind of lucky that you get to choose what you look like. Why wouldn't you want to look attractive?"
Carrick, on his part, was very much occupied by the cooking now.
>>”If yer sharing I’ll take some. The drink I mean. Never thought Praxi would be a bad influence on us. Drinks so early in the day.”
"Says the man making a steak for breakfast" the princess snorted, carrying the fruit bowl to the dining table before she returned to fish for glasses in the cupboard. "Where did you learn to do this, Praxi?"
Amethyst quirked an eyebrow, not that Carrick could see her while being preoccupied with the steak. They had a standing agreement with the Beast about intimacy, and she'd gotten used to comments like that. She went back to cutting up the fruit.
>>"If I'm gonna get dirty, it should be for a good reason,"
Well, wasn't everyone just on fire this morning? Amethyst quirked a brow at Praxi too. As an Atlantean, she was not bothered by flirtation and sex talk in general, but she was surprised Praxi had been... less shy somehow than in the past.
>>"Must be a lot to feed a body like that. Er, a griffon body, I mean."
>>”I manage usually, and that’s not the one that you should be worried about being hungry. You’ll all know if I don’t get enough, good thing we live with a balcony.”
"What, you're gonna start eating pigeons?" Amethyst chuckled. Carrick did have a surprising appetite, even for a guy his size and build. Then again, he spent a lot of energy flying around and doing transformations.
>>"I'll probably take a little bit of steak. Protein's probably good for my... something."
>>”Fer yer height?”
"Are you still growing?" the princess glanced up, with pure scientific curiosity. Praxi had been a lot smaller after the fight, and now she was regaining her size; she'd mentioned this was the height she was comfortable with, somewhere between Carrick and Amethyst. But the princess had no idea how her... absorbing thing worked, or what the limit was. "I mean... other than growing more curves?"
Amethyst snorted. "He totally stole them." She knew Carrick enough. And he was not exactly tryng to hide it.
>>"Not all of us can just keep a set height. I've finally gotten good enough at holding myself together, but I'm still working on what my 'right body' is. I think this is where I'm comfortable, give or take a few inches..."
>>”Yer heights fine I was short once too. Sorry about the dirt. I’ll try ta watch it.”
For all his bluster, Carrick was surprisingly kind to Praxi. The princess looked at the other girl again. It had to be strange, bot having a set height and body shape. Then again, people thought it was strange to sneeze gemstones too.
Carrick made no move to clean himself up. Instead, he got to work on the steak and that made Amethyst roll her eyes. "The other one's hungry is he" she noted, reaching up to tuck some of his feathers into place.
Amethyst shot Praxi a look as she pilfered some of the pineapple, but didn't argue. Carrick, on his part, got attacked by the roomba and made a show of it. But at least he was off the floor now, steaks and all.
"That is dinner on Atlantis, not breakfast" Amethyst pointed out, swatting at his tail that was dangerously close to the fruit bowl. She doubted he had received the steaks as a gift anyway. The roomba was trying to clean up the dirt he'd trekked in. "You should wash up, you are filthy." She wrinkled her nose. She glanced over at Praxi, pilfering more fruit. "He is right though, you do look taller."
Praxi made an appearance, and Carrick stirred too. Amethyst on her part was making tea, and getting to work on chopping up some fruit for a fruit salad breakfast. It was still strange to make her own food instead of being served, but she was getting used to it. At least she had a cleaning service once a week.
"I got him Atlantean clothes, which are easier to wear" Amethyst pointed out. Why Carrick kept showing up half-naked anyway was anyone's guess. She glanced over her shoulder, wrinkling her nose. "Darling, I'm not eating raw steak for breakfast. And you better not either. Where did you get those anyway?..."
