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.
There was a knock on the window, and that could only mean one thing. Carrick liked flying a lot more than he liked walking around. The princess jumped at the sound, but then she quickly shuffled off the bed and her nest of jewels, and walked to the window to look out. Seeing Carrick outside, she rolled her eyes, masking her relief. She opened the window and stepped back.
"Did they let you out, or are you a fugitive again?"
It was late at night, and only one window in the girls' wing still had light in the Mansion. Amethyst was sitting on her bed among a pile of pillows, failing to fall asleep. Her thoughts kept circling back to the date earlier that day in the park, and particularly the way it ended. Once again, Carrick had been taken the gods knew where. Plus, she had to find her way back to the Mansion alone. She told the counselor what happened, but Mrs. Taylor-Cervantes couldn't really do anything either without knowing who took Carrick. She promised to make phone calls.
He will be fine, Amethyst told herself as she poked at her jewelry. She calmed her racing mind by spreading all her bracelets, rings, necklaces, and other treasures out on the bed, and arranging and re-arranging them. By prince, by gemstone quality, by style. It was a soothing thing. Carrick woud be fine. They had taken him before, and this time, he had not even done anything wrong. And he went willingly.
It was really up to him. He had taken his ankle bracelet off before and went away, and got into trouble. Maybe that was why they wanted to talk to him. Maybe he would stay put next time. Or maybe not. The princess huffed. Why was she still awake anyway? He could be gone for a day or more. She frowned, running a hand through her hair. The guy was such trouble.
Carrick stopped growling, and raised his hands instead. They didn't shoot. He stood up, and so did the princess, still wrapped in his jacket. Were they arresting him again? For what?
>>"**** yer timing! Ya show up now? Couldn’t let me have like another minute **** you guys!?!”
Amethyst sighed. Once again, the date ended in Carrick being hauled away in a black car. At least this time he didn't shift. She gave the men a glare, but they did not seem to pay much attention to her; too busy keeping a close eye on all the wings and the tail.
>>”Sorry, love. It’ll be fine. It was entertaining though right?”
"Try to stay out of trouble. Just... don't talk more than you need to." she told him with a small smile "Or... at all."
The gods knew what he was getting arrested for, but him talking was not likely to improve the situation. At this point, the rest was routine. "I'll let the Mansion know."
Carrick was not watching the show at all. He was watching her. There was the deep, rumbling sound of a purr in his chest; she could feel it as his wing pulled her closer. Amethyst smiled a little; she knew what someone looked like when they wanted to kiss her, although not many had been this delicate about it. She would let him, if he worked up the courage.
>>”Fer **** sakes!”
He pulled back in the last moment; his eyes changed, and he growled. Amethyst's smile disappeared, and she glanced over the edge of the wing, trying to see what went wrong. Were they being attacked again?
>>“Carrick O’Conner.... You’re to be brought in for questioning.”
People, with guns. Again. Other bystanders turned away from the light show and scrambled away. Amethyst put a hand on Carrick's chest. She did not want to see him shift again.
"What is happening?" she demanded; it was not the most regal position, with his jacket on her shoulder, peering over his wing "He didn't do anything wrong!"
The music started, and so did the lights. It was quite beautiful, the kind of music she'd enjoyed before. The light show had been a good idea. And even better since all they had to do was watch.
>>”Damn good one at that. It’s true. Used to be quite and shy as well. Awkward really. But I figured if everyone was gonna stare at me and me glorious wings anyways figured I’d give them a reason to.”
It was hard to imagine Carrick as shy and awkward. He seemed confident whenever he was among people. He went on stage to sing, after all, and that took a lot of confidence. Amethyst's grin turned into a smile. She looked back up at the lights. They looked like aurora, which was a rare occurrence on Atlantis, unless someone used their powers to make it appear.
She felt like Carrick was looking at her, so she turned back, seeing his mismatched eyes up close. It was strange that he was not really looking at the light show. "What is it?"
>>”Yeah, well… Just won’t spend them anywhere then. Just the mansion.”
His tail flicked her hand. It sounded like he had been thinking about this whole issue more than she had. Rumors spread fast in the Mansion, and she would not have been surprised if half the student already knew about her gift. And had questions.
>>”Technical questions?”
Amethyst arched an eyebrow. She was sure he had them too. Or would, eventually. Not that she felt shy about her powers.
>>”Aye, beautiful. Not as beautiful as you though.”
Was that a compliment? She chuckled as she glanced up at him. Carrick usually played up the banter, even though he'd asked her out on the date, and date seemed to mean attraction. She wondered if he meant it. "I know, right?"
>>”Well, at least ya get attention fer it. Used ta hate it. The attention, if ya can believe it.”
"You? But you are a musician" she pointed it out. Carrick, hating attention? "An entertainer" she added with a grin. There was music now, nearby, and lights were beginning to flicker in the mist.
>>”And hear I am ruining it by starting a barter system around the mansion. I- I’ll try to stop it.”
The princess chuckled at the comment; Carrick's tail landed on her lap. Praxi also had a knack for her gems, and so did some of the other Mansion kids; she would not have been surprised if the former royal concubine traded his fai share as well. Carrick looked sheepish about it.
"You're not the only one." she noted, poking the tail.
>>”You like yer mutation? Or is it more of a pain. Can’t imagine keeping it secret is easy.”
"It was easier back in Atlantis" she shrugged "Uncle Atlan kept me close since I was a walking treasury. Not many people can come close to royalty anyway. But at the Mansion... I sneeze once, and I have kids following me around everywhere. They have... very technical questions." she smirked. "But no, I don't mind my gift. I think it makes something beautiful."
Carrick took the question as a joke at first. She was not sure if she'd offended him; some people were touchy about their gifts, or the stories behind them. But eventually he did answer, and he had a lot ot say.
>>”Happened when I was twelve. Started with wings, painful at first. The way they sprouted from me back. Wanted to pull them off. Brother offered to cut ‘em off. Pretty sure he still would given the chance.”
The princess' eyes widened and she shuddered at the thought. She'd touched his wings before, and seen him fly. They were limbs, strong and powerful, and the thought of cutting them off made her feel sick. Back in Atlantis many gorgons would have happily gotten rid of their gorgon features to join the ranks of demigods, but... It just felt wrong, when she looked at Carrick.
>>”Tail was next, that one was easier to deal with. Kinda does his own thing anyways.”
He'd grown these parts when he was twelve. She tried to imagine him before that, as a human-looking kid. It was difficult.
>>”Suddenly I wasn’t just a pipsqueak. I was a pipsqueak with wings. Easier target. No one realized I could fly with them. Ya put someone on top of a flag pole one time…. Then it’s off to America.”
His wing moved, pulling her against his side. Amethyt's hand still played with the feathers. It felt all wrong, his story. It made her feel guilty in a way that was hard to explain.
>>”What about you? Sure it was a surprise when ya found out yer blood does that.”
"I was twelve too" Amethyst kept her eyes on the lake and the growing mist, the early start of the light show. "I fell on the palace steps and hurt my knee, and out came the rubies. I was... royalty before, but I became... important, after that. It took some time to figure out the other gemstones, though. Most of my family never found out about those. It was a royal secret... Still is."
>>”Aye, what’s wrong with two? Been meaning to go on more I guess. Just been busy.”
Two dates. Carrick sounded a little defensive about that. Amethyst was vaguely aware that there were certain rules to dates, like who asked whom. Maybe that was the problem. That, and the lack of concubines.
>>”They got an app on phones fer that. Kindle? Something to do with fire. never used it though. Never had trouble meeting people. Everybody loves musicians.”
She rolled her eyes with a smirk at that. If everyone loved musicians that much, he would not have been here with her, really. Carrick was a good guy, but she was starting to get the idea he was not as much the promiscuous artist as he wanted everyone to believe.
And also maybe less warm.
>>”There. Kinda used to it. Get’s colder up there. Especially when flying. I can sit closer if ya like.”
Endlessly fascinated by the wings, Amethyst shifted, leaning against Carrick's side under the wing. She moved her dress to cover a part of his legs. It was comfortable, sitting like that. And warmer. And totally, completely scandalous, by Atlantean standards. If anyone recognized her and took pictures, her homeland would not take them kindly. Amethyst shuddered a little at the thought. It felt wrong.
"Were you born like this?" she wondered aloud, running a finger along the edge of his wing "Or did they grow later?"
Carrick poured some coca and handed the cup to her. She was comfortably warm now, with the jacket on her shoulders and the hot drink, and curious how all this compared to his other dates. Not that she would complain about being the best at anything.
>>”Haven’t had the date ruined by shifting or had someone throw anything at me. Only been on two others?”
"Two?" she raised an eyebrow "And here I was thinking you people do this all the time. Since you don't have concubines and all." It was strange. Did they have to go through all the dates if they wanted companionship? Not that this date was too bad, actually, but it did take up a lot of extra time. "Aren't you cold?" she ventured. The sun was beginning to set and the air was getting cooler.
It took her a moment to realize Carrick was trying to shrug out of his jacket. It was quite the attempt, with the wings and all; she couldn't even quite imagine how he got into it in the first place.
>>”Give me a hand with this love. Just the one. Sliding into the monkey suit is one thing. It’s a whole thing if I got to do it meself. ****ing headache”
"There have to be better clothes for you than this." she noted as she helped with one hand, holding the cotton candy in the other. "But hey, you got me taking your clothes off in public."
She knew he'd blush. It was too much fun.
>>”Allow me. Was getting too warm anyways.”
He draped the jacket over her shoulders. It was apparently something that men did, if movies were any indication. Carrick was bigger than her, and the jacket had been cut to accommodate the wings and the shoulders, so it fit loosely around her frame. It smelled like him too, some kind of soap with the scent of feathers.
>>”Right, don’t want ya over exposed to the music. Ya might get bored with me. Let’s head on over and grab a choice spot? Got cocoa and a blanket to sit on.”
She followed along, waiting for him to choose a spot. She didn't know much about the light show, so she'd let him choose. Once the blanket had been spread out she took a seat, her skirts pooling around her like a big flower. She finished nibbling on the candy. "You really planned this" she noted, as an observation, and looked at his bag expectantly. Cocoa sounded nice. "What went wrong with the other dates, if this one is the best yet?"
The dancing was... interesting. Not quite like the dances she knew from Atlantis, and it looked like it would be danced by one person instead of partners. But it went well with the song.
>>"You want to try? Won’t laugh. Promise.”
"No thank you" she shook her head. People were already looking at her for her attire and her tiara, she was not about to start jumping around. That would have been the physical equivalent of breaking into song.
>>”Can even ask her to teach ya if yer interested. Or I can teach ya a meself. Maybe ya can teach me one of yers, ya know fair trade?”
"Another time" she waved a hand, working on the cotton candy as the song ended and the dancer bowed. She reminded her of the dancers in Atlantis, the ones that were paid to entertain.
>>”Easier to enjoy it with a pint or two. Not cold are ya?”
"A little" she admitted. It was late in the afternoon now, and New York was not a very warm place in the fall.
A light show was... something with light. Something that mutants did, with music, and apparently it was promising to be quite the spectacle. Carrick had more plans for the date, for the evening, which was good. Not that he was not entertaining company by himself, but now she was curious what other new things he might bring up.
>>”Look, yer gonna have to just tough it out with me till then. If ya can handle it.”
"I'll try my best" the princess promised, and took another bite of her cotton candy.
>>”Perfect! Still want to hear some of me homelands music?”
"Sure?" Before she could have asked more, he grabbed her hand and pulled her along. They made their way through the crowds to another stage with happy, upbeat music.
>>”That’s the fiddle. Too happy.”
There was momentum to this music; something that made one tap her foot to the rhythm. Some people clapped, and some even sang along. The fiddle had a melody that was easy to follow. It sounded nothing like Atlantean music, but it was familiar to Carrick, and somehow it seemed to fit him. "You dance to this?"
Amethyst laughed as Carrick showed her his blue tongue. She wondered if hers was purple. Go figure, these people inventing something made out of pure sugar that made one's tongue different colors.
>>”Well, I hate to disappoint. Ya said I only get to introduce ya to one food. Ya didn’t want to fly here. Starting to think yer intentionally making it difficult fer me.”
"Wouldn't be fun otherwise" she stated with a smirk.
>>”Right, guess we should just call it now then and not ruin a good thing. I mean, if ya don’t like everything else after this what’s the point? Shame too. Light show was what I was looking forward too the most. I mean. I guess I could stick around and watch it by meself."
"Oh, boo hoo" the princess rolled her eyes. Carrick was playing the part of getting his feelings hurt well, but it was obviously not serious. Even with the tail and wings.
>>"Shame too this was the best date I’ve been on yet.”
Was it? He must not have gone on a lot of dates. Then again, Amethyst had not bee on any. She was having fun right now, but the best, really? She had nothing to compare to. She smiled, shaking her head. "Light show, huh? What is that?"
>>”Never seen a wrong way to eat it, really. Long as ya get it in yer mouth. Careful, bites back.”
Amethyst only paused long enough to give him a look over her cotton candy and roll her eyes. Clearly, the food was harmless. But Carrick seemed excited about introducing her anyway. It tasted like pure sugar, and honestly, the texture was a lot more exciting than the taste. It stuck everywhere, and yet dissolved immediately.
>>”Can ya imagine I only had two cavities in me life? My methods a little quicker. Bit of magic fer ya.”
Carrick... squashed the spun sugar into a ball, and then ate it. The princess blinked again, looking down at her own portion of fluff.
"You just... ate a handful of pure sugar, didn't you." she concluded with a chuckle, eating another bite "This is entertaining, but I'd worried if this is the best you decided to introduce me to... Makes for a short date, too." she noted. There was music, and there was candy. Now she was curious what else he was going to come up with.
