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.
>>”Ah well, you weren’t the most diplomatic when we first met. Gorgon’s not the most dipolomatic word.”
"Well, Atlantean diplomacy is different" the princess pointed out. She was beginning to understand that calling people gorgons was not a good thing to do; but that did not change the fact that Atlantean diplomacy never cared about that, because no one thought of having diplomatic dealings with gorgons anyway.
>>”I don’t think I’d pass etiquette... Sure I’m charming but good luck getting any form of me to sit still long enough to learn anything.”
No, Carrick would not have done well in etiquette classes. To be fair, she did not either. They were boring, and really only applied to the important members of the royal family who had to conduct social affairs and attend rites and festivals. Amethyst could pretty much get away with living her life, without being particularly talented in anything.
Or tasting cotton candy.
>>”Never seen this before? One of the foods I lived on when I was with the circus. Lighter than air. Made me fly faster.”
Amethyst arched an eyebrow. It sounded like he was making things up. Or that candy really was the result of mutant powers.
>>”Purple? Or you want to pick? I’ll have blue and she’ll have...”
"Purple" she decided. It might as well go with her dress. She watched with fascination as the woman seemingly spun the fluffy substance out of thin air, then accepted it when it was handed over. It smelled sugary, and really did not weigh anything.
"Do I just... bite this?" she hesitated, inspecting it from all sides. Eventually, she decided she might as well try it, so she took a bite. It stuck to her lips and face, and seemed to dissolve in her mouth immediately. The princess blinked. "This tastes like sugar."
>>”Waltz is a dance fer this kind of music. Slower, need two people. Lot of staring at each other."
It sounded... strange? Amethyst had danced slow dances before, but she doubted they were the same kind. The staring at each other part sounded... funny? She glanced around curiously, but no one seemed to be doing any waltzing yet. People were too occupied with food.
>>”Just one? Know how to pressure a man. Let’s see ‘ere... How about something sweeter fer now? Ever have cotton made of candy?”
They walked for a while before Carrick made up his mind. Amethyst craned her neck, peering curiously over the heads of the children at the stall. A woman seemed to be conjuring some fluffy stuff out of thin air. Was that a mutant power?...
>>”So what other lessons did you learn? diplomacy?”
"You say it like it is a joke." Amethyst noted with a smirk "But yes. Also, etiquette. Lots and lots of etiquette. And history and literature and poetry."
>>"English is not my first language so I doubt I could explain sufficiently for you, but just because a thing has monetary value does not automatically imply worth."
Oh. She was one of those. The 'money is not everything' people. Sure, Amethyst was aware that money in itself did not constitute everything, but you could buy pretty much anything with it, and she didn't feel like apologizing for understanding its value. She was not rich, she was royalty. Royalty who made her own gemstones. If someone envied that, they could deal with it alone. Because she was dealing with being ill.
>>"I didn't think the gifted could get colds. Is that medicine then?"
"It's tea." the princess peered into the mug, and the filter floating in it "... I think. It's supposed to be good for a cold."
Carrick's father sounded less and less like the kind of man who should be raising a child at all. She knew he did not care for the old man much. She was not sure why dancing was deemed such an important part of his education by his mother; he was not royalty, after all, and it was not like he would have to attend social gatherings...
>>”Happy Dances fer sure. It was easier because I’m so light on my feet. I happen to be a great dancer.”
He demonstrated. Amethyst chuckled as she watched; the wings made his movements more graceful for sure, and he did not seem to care at all that people were giving him looks. It was not a kind of dancing she'd ever seen, but it was entertaining. She clapped her hands once as he descended.
>>”Ten damn years, of that. Can’t imagine the nightmares I still have of that place, ‘nd the teacher.”
The princess chuckled. She did have a fair share of teachers and tutors that she'd hated as a royal child.
>>”You any good at dancing? Can’t imagine you tango. Maybe a waltz then?”
"I don't know what that is" Amethyst admitted "We do dance in Atlantis. There is a kind of dancing you do at parties, and festivals, and the kind of dancing dancers do for entertainment. I never had to take lessons, though... I had to take other kinds of lessons." she shrugged "Alright. You get to introduce me to one food. Choose wisely."
>>”Aye, Atlantian music.... Oh? Any good? Kinda like a handheld harp? Can see that. Got the hands for it. Ya got the gentle touch for it, despite the personality.”
"You need to learn how to flatter someone better" the princess rolled her eyes, but she smiled anyway. She really disliked playing the lyre, honestly. And she never really had a reason to, other than sheer boredom and royal breeding. Thankfully, no one expected her to be a master musician.
The 'classical' music was still good. It was hard to understand what Carrick disliked about it, or picture it being... faster?
>>”See the thing under the lady’s chin there, the small one. Similar design. Just we play it a bit different. See she’s playing slower, almost sad. What I grew up with was faster, happier. Irish don’t do sad. Now I can play it a bit, but I’m better with a guitar. More practice.”
Amethyst found she liked the fiddle music. It might have been slow, but it was melodious. She'd heard Carrick play the guitar before, and she was beginning to understand that that was a whole different kind of music.
>>”My mother didn’t want me to learn how to play anything just dance. She said it was a... Pleasant surprise, but focus on school or you’ll end up like yer father. Only thing she made me do was dance lessons n’d school. I hated both.”
"Happy dances for your happy Irish music?" she smirked. She knew Carrick hated school, but it was hard to see why he'd hate dancing. Dancing went with music. "Your father couldn't dance?"
>>”Aye love, with the amount of carts here you’ d be able to eat fer weeks. Not sure you’d want to but the option is there.”
A wide selection of foods was something Amethyst could appreciate; there was no good party without that. She was less convinced about street food, the way Carrick described it, but she did feel like she would be hungry enough to try at some point during the evening. In the meantime, there was decent music.
>>”That? That, Princess sounds like classical.”
"Classical what?"
>>”Hmmmm…. Think it might be... Think it might be Bach or Beethoven? Not much into the classics meself, sure there’s a lot going on but it’s a little... slow paced fer me.”
The names really did not mean anything to Amethyst, but the music sounded... elegant. And refined. Carrick was not exactly a fan, but the princess decided if she had to deal with American music this was not the worst she could be listening to. Carrick went on talking about music, and music history. He really genuinely liked talking about this stuff, as a musician. Go figure.
>>”Let me know if ya hear anything like the stuff ya have back home. Can learn a lot about someone from the music they listen to. Ever play anything?”
"Stuff back home?" she blinked "Oh, you mean Atlantean music? That's different... not that I play myself. We have court musicians for that. My mother made me play the lyre, but it is not very exciting." she admitted. "Why, what is your music like? With the... fiddles?"
>>”Aye, I remember. No, figured we leave the singing to the professionals. Apparently, they got a few concerts all over the park.”
The princess smirked as they walked along, relieved that she was not going to have to sing, and Carrick was not about to break into song either. That already made the idea of the date better. She was not convinced she was going to like the concert music either, but oh well. She could always complain.
>>”Vendors and food trucks as well. Hard to pass up an opportunity like this when I saw it was going on. Good chance for ya to try some more street food.”
"Is it" she deadpanned, looking around. Warm dogs were not bad, but she was not in a hurry to try more questionable food.
>>”and no, I won’t be shifting this time round. Beasty’s still wiped from the other day. Sides, only suit I got. Can’t really manage a shift without ruining it.”
Well, good. If he was still tired from the other shift, maybe it would e harder to rile the beast up, even if someone did show up to start trouble. Amethyst did not want to repeat any of their previous visit to the park. Warm dogs included.
>>”Anything in particular yer interested in?”
The princess tilted her head, looking around. She got some strange looks, with the tiara and all, but she was mostly used to it. Carrick also got strange looks, but this was New York. He was somehow not even the only gorgon in the park.
Amethyst listened for a while; an orchestra nearby was playing some classical music. It was actually music, the way she could recognize, instead of someone yelling into a microphone.
>>”Hey, they might not look like much but I haven’t lost a passenger yet.”
It might have been true, or might not. Either way, Amethyst remembered the last time Carrick had swept her up into the air, and she was not in a hurry to repeat the experience. Probably as much as he was in a hurry to get out of the cab.
>>”Technically I did. Just wasn’t ready for you to decide to steal someone’s cab. Ohhh… thank god.”
The princess climbed out of the cab after him, smoothing down her dress as he paid. Wait, did he not call the cab? Because she certainly didn't. Strange. But oh well, here they were, at the park again.
>>”Be lucky I planned anything at all. Not good at planning. Hope yer a fan of music.”
The park definitely looked a lot better with the lights. There was a festive feel to it, and there were people, but not in a crowd that would have made her nervous. And no crazy bigots in sight.
"I told you I'm not singing again" she clarified as they walked on.
>>”Got wings love. I was gonna fly ya there. Assumed that was the most entertaining way to get there.”
The princess huffed. He knew she didn't like the idea of flying. He might have thought of it as entertaining, but she was glad she did not have to arrive to the park being carried by a flying person.
>>”I don’t like talk about the only fault I have.”
"Which only one?" he princess smirked. He seemed to relax at her touch, so she kept her hand on his wing.
>>”Same reason ya don’t tell me ya hate heights?”
"I don't hate heights." she clarified "I hate being up high with nothing under me." There was a difference. Planes, for example, were fine. So were towers. Carried by a person... not so much.
>>”Only got in because it looked like ya were expecting me to get in. I don’t know why I got in either!”
"Well next time figure out the transportation when you organize a date" Amethyst pointed out as the cab turned the corner towards Central Park.
"Not you, apparently" Amethyst pointed out needlessly, as Carrick shifted around in the back seat, looking like he was about to throw up.
>>”Probably should have mentioned this before, don’t do well in small places.”
The princess blinked. It... did make sense, for a winged creature like him, not to enjoy being locked into a small space, but it was still surprising to see him that blatantly uncomfortable. He tried to joke about it, but it was obvious that he was not feeling well in the back seat of the cab. Fortunately, they did not have far to go.
>>”Easier when I was a kid. I was smaller. A lot. Should have seen me in the cell when I first woke up, ooooh boy I was loud. Howareyou?”
"Why on earth didn't you say this before you ordered a cab?" she asked, putting a hand on his wing. She was not sure what to do with a griffin who got nervous in small spaces. Hopefully, he would not start roaring at the driver. That would have been bad.
Was Carrick even allowed to leave the building now? He'd gone on a two day binge without the tracker, and then he came back, which either meant that the tracker was crap, or that whoever was on the other end of the leash simply did not care that much.
>>”I mean I already left once and didn’t get in trouble right? Yer worth it?... Worried bout me? Touched.”
He could have arranged for the date within the Mansion grounds. But he didn't. And he'd called a cab. Amethyst decided to stop worrying, and leave it up to him. If he got picked up by the police, it was what it was.
>>”Cen-Central park p-please. Should have flown.”
The princess turned, surprised by Carrick's behavior. He had his eyes squeezed shut, and his hands in fists. He did not look comfortable in the cab at all. Sure, he had to manage his wings, but it did not look that painful... What was wrong? She would have probably felt worse if she had to fly.
The princess walked on, with Carrick talking and walking every which was. She could tell he would have preferred to fly, honestly, but she didn't care much.
>>”Typically I try to keep the expectations low. Easier, never disappointed in anything. I mean, thinking I’m doing pretty good on behavior so far. I’m also used to… oh… heh.”
She smirked as they got through the door. It seemed like being on good behavior itself was a joke to Carrick.
>>”Hear I thought the jokes is what got me the date. Best behavior.”
"Sure." the princess walked past him and straight to the cab. She assumed it was there for her. Who else? She got into tbe back seat, waiting for Carrick to join her. At least they were actually going out on a date, and not to the Mansion grounds somewhere. Now she was intrigued. "Are you even allowed to leave?"
Amethyst quirked an eyebrow at such a blatant cliché.
"You must not know much about gemstones, do you."
When had anyone ever, ever cared about where a gemstone really came from? There was a reason there were bloody conflicts around the globe. At least hers were... ethically sourced.
>>"Is your whole body slowly turning into gemstones? Are you dying?"
The princess huffed, a piece of jade falling from her nose. She couldn't sniffle now, could she? It was mechanically impossible.
"Well, the headache makes me wish I was. But nah. It's just a cold."
There was nothing left to do but walk out of the building with her head held high and Carrick in tow, people's opinions be damned. She had no illusions about how the students saw her anyway, and whatever she did, it was none of their damn business.
>>”Curiosity killed the cat. So I’m told at least.”
Amethyst gave a side glance at Carrick, and lifted the hem of her dress to walk down the stairs on her own. Her question seemed to throw him a bit off, at least.
>>”Mainly to explore the possibility of mutual attraction fer one another?... Spend some time with ya? Do I need to have an outcome in mind? Sure, maybe a peck on the cheek? Maybe a fun night out with someone that doesn't end up with me getting me face kicked in? What’s the outcome you were expecting?”
"Oh, I was merely trying to see how high your expectations are, in relation to how you're behaving" she said lightly, with a small smile in the corner of her lips. If he kept being a jerk, his chances were not great for the rest of the evening. He better know that. "I mean, feel free to make jokes like that again. I'm sure you're fine entertaining yourself for the rest of the night if it comes to that."
There was no way the princess was going to go flying in the arms of the griffin boy. It was very unnerving to be carried by someone way, way above solid ground, and she was not about to risk losing her poise and getting her dress and hair all ruffled. He knew that, but he tried anyway.
>>”Right so the less entertaining way then. Already limiting my abilities. Let’s see… I’ll try to make this as entertaining as possible then.”
He climbed in through the window, folding his wings. She thought he'd seen reason, but that illusion only lasted for a moment, before he opened the door of her room and raised his voice.
>>”Hard to imagine me, Carrick O’Conner going on a date with you, Princess Iris Beryl Amethyst! Even harder to believe you got me to wear a suit for the occasion! I'm sure I'll never hear the end of it!”
The princess rolled her eyes. A few of the students popped out of their rooms to see what all the fuss was all about. Someone whistled. Sure, okay, so dating a gorgon was not as big a deal as it would have been in Atlantis, but it was also no one's damn business.
>>”I’m sure that will bring ya some entertainment!”
Amethyst shot Carrick a withering glare as she walked past him and out the door.
"Just for the sake of curiosity, what was the outcome you were expecting from this date again?"
Because he was fast loosing brownie points, that's why.
