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.
>>”Ehmmm. Kinda? Just reminded me what I was missing. Can’t wait to get this thing off…”
Amethyst glanced over as he moved his leg. Right, the tracker. He felt locked in and he kept saying so. Someone with wings must have had a hard time staying still... it was not a feeling Amethyst was familiar with, but she was staring to get the idea that it was a serious issue for Carrick.
>>”I mean, it would have been nice to see them without fighting with them. More like me family than I like to admit. Only went cause I was bored. Seemed I got too much excitement.”
"Seems like it" she agreed. She'd worked her way along the wing, and traced her fingers over the back of Carrick's shoulders absent-mindedly, moving on to the other wing. "Family is never simple, huh." she added with a smirk. "I really thought you took off for good."
>> ”Two compliments? Must be me lucky day. Maybe I should get into trouble more often.”
"You shouldn't." It really was none of Amethyst's business whether he did or not. But he had been in enough trouble lately without adding to it. And the healer told her to make sure he recovered well. Amethyst didn't usually have responsibilities like that.
>>”Thank you. I have an in with a princess, spotted me some soap. Glad I don’t normally have to deal with cages anymore... Well, this ones without bars. Missed the city.”
The princes shifted, and kept grooming the feathers. She moved around to the other side of his wing, working her way up towards his shoulder, tucking feathers into their places, and smoothing them out. There was something intimate about doing this; not intimate in a way she had been intimate with other people, just... nice. And kind of meditative, working on it.
"Did it help?" she asked after a while "Whatever brawl you got into at the circus...?"
The princess huffed, but she couldn't really argue with the statement. She was grooming a wing, almost absent-mindedly. Neat wings looked nice. His wings definitely needed to be groomed after all he'd been through. And the feathers were nice to the touch. Amethyst ran her fingers over them again.
He was still fretting about being naked.
>>”Ya keep saying that, doesn’t make it any easier on me.”
She sighed, turning her head so that she was looking at the wing again instead of him. If he wanted to cover up, so be it. It was silly, but people did silly things in different cultures.
>>”Was… that a compliment? Cause it almost sounded like one.”
"Whatever" she muttered, poking at the feathers. He could have just taken the compliment, really. "Here's a compliment: you smell better."
Carrick lay in the bathtub, his tail dripping some water. He seemed very peaceful. A lot less annoying than awake. Amethyst was lost for a moment in preening the feathers, and the next thing she knew, he was purring. Next to the wings, the purring was the most fascinating thing about him. It was a deep, rumbling sound. The princess chuckled as she tucked another feather into place.
>>”Careful love, people might think yer getting sweet on me.”
The moment was broken. She rolled her eyes, but her attention was still fixed on the wing; she could't leave it half groomed just yet. It took Carrick a moment to fully wake up and regain his usual sense of bashfulness.
>>”What are ya doing?”
"What does it look like?" she shot back, looking up at his flushed face "Oh, relax, fly boy. The bubbles are covering your private parts, and it's not like I haven't seen you naked before. Nothing to be ashamed of."
There was more splashing, and the scent of lavender and valerian as Carrick followed her suggestion and opened up the bubbles. It was a nice calming mix of scents, great for relaxing after any long and exhausting day. Amethyst had used it quite often. Hopefully, by the time he was all scrubbed clean, he would emerge from the bath less worn, better smelling, and maybe even less annyoing.
She lay on her bed, thinking about things, until she finally became aware of the silence from the bathroom. No humming, no splashing.
"Carrick?" the princess sat up. Was something wrong? Probably not. He was probably just relaxing too. But minutes ticked by, and there was no noise from the bathroom. The princess stood, and walked over to the door, listening. Nothing. She waited for some time, and then curiosity got the better of her. Pushing the door open, she peeked in. Not like she had not seen him naked before...
Carrick was asleep.
She almost giggled when she saw him. He was all stretched out in a sea of bubbles, tail hanging out of the tub one way and wings all spread out. He looked a lot cleaner, and kind of... relaxed, as he slept. Fotgetting cultural boundaries again, the princess walked closer to look at him. He was handsome, in a feline way. And the wings were still fascinating. Ruffled and singed, right now, but endlessly interesting up close. Amethyst moved closer, and ran her fingers lightly over the feathers on the wing closer to her. Like before, she started smoothing them into place without really being aware of what she was doing.
>>”Got too many, not sure if I’m using the right stuff mom.”
"It's the rights stuff if you start smelling better" the princess called back, flopping down onto her bed. Carrick was feline in a lot of ways, and suspicion towards water seemed to be one of them. But the splashing continued, which told her he was doing something at least.
>>”Ya know a guy could get used to this. Might have to put a request in to get me one of these.”
"Well, you've got enough gems" Amethyst chuckled. She could hear Carrick humming on the other side of the bathroom door "Try the bubbles."
She rolled over, waiting for him to be done. He really deserved a good scrub, to get clean. Not just because he smelled awful, but also because... well, he had been through a lot. And cheeky or not, he was probably worn and exhausted. A nice bath was a cure for a lot of things.
Amethyst sat on her bed as Carrick rustled about in the bathroom. She could hear the window opening, and huffed. Everything she had in there had really nice scents, from jasmine to roses to coconut. If he couldn't handle nice scents, he would have to learn. He rustled around some more and knocked something over, but eventually she heard the water splashing, and she assumed he'd gotten into the bathtub.
>>”You know, if yer helping me ya could at least put some music on.”
"I am not entertaining you!" she yelled back, shaking her head with an amused smile he couldn't see "And you better use soap and shampoo!"
>>”Well, good yer not me mother init? You told me to look at yer, nice breasts. Didn’t the make a play about that?”
"You really can't let go of that, can you. Grow up." the princess huffed, ushering Carrick into the bathroom. It was about damn time he cleaned himself up. Both physically, and in terms of being awkward about her breasts.
>>”Wait… what!?! The F**********k… I didn’t know we had options for the bathroom.”
"You don't" the princess smirked. She had to pull some strings about the basic comforts she was used to as royalty back in Atlantis. But the Mansion deemed it harmless, and so she got a ice bathtub.
Carrick, on the other hand, was sniffing around like he didn't like it.
>>”Stinks in here. Why do you have so many? I don’t even know what they are?”
"That explains a lot" the princess pointed at the containers by the bathtub "Bubble bath, shampoos, conditioners, soaps, skin oils, hair oils, scents."
Obviously.
>>”Ehmmm… I got me own shower…..how are you planning on helping? Cause I can bathe meself.”
"Get over yourself. I'm not bathing you" Amethyst rolled her eyes. "I'm helping you by allowing you to use the bathtub, and the soaps and stuff, and get properly cleaned up. Put your clothes in a bag or something. Towels on the shelf." she pointed, before she walked out, ad closed the door.
>>”Don’t I what? Fly?... But! Fly! I heard him, but it was only gonna be a short one then I’d go back and shower.”
Carrick protested, but she tugged him steadily along. Sure, he thought he could just go flying around, disregarding the healer, the state he was in, and even the bracelet on his ankle. The princess didn't budge. He followed, but he kept whining about it.
>>”I already had a mother, don’t need another.”
"I'm not your mother." Amethyst huffed. She wasn't even sure why she was doing all this, other than being used to bossing people around.
>>”My room’s in the other hallway.”
"I know." the princess stated, as they arrived to the door of her room. She opened it, dragging Carrick inside. "As I said, you really need to get cleaned up. So, I'll help you. You're welcome." she told him, opening the door to the bathroom.
The bathroom was bigger than those of the shared rooms. Big enough, in fact, to fit a quite large free-standing bathtub in the middle. The whole place smelled like the princess' favorite scents, and along the edge of the tub there was an array of bottles and vials and other containers, filled with oils, scents, and beauty products. Amethyst had recently discovered something called a bubble bath and she greatly approved of it.
They left the infirmary together. Carrick was all healed up, but, at least according to the doctor, he had some more recovery to do before he was back to normal. Carrick did not seem to agree with the sentiment. He started fidgeting with his feathers, which were still ruffled and out of place. And a bit singed.
>>”So…. Thanks loads fer bringing me down there. Feel like a new man! So new in fact I think it’s a good time for a fly... Fek…. Hopefully this isn’t a bad sign.”
"Oh no you don't" the princess shook her head, grabbing for Carrick's sleeve to drag him along "Didn't you just hear what the healer said? You are a mess. You are not going flying, you gotta get cleaned up first."
She had no idea why the healer assumed it should be her responsibility to keep Carrick from doing stupid things, but she considered him a friend, although a very annoying one. So, instead of letting him fly off, Amethyst dragged him along to her room. As a diplomatic guest, she had a room all to herself, complete with a nicely furnished bathroom. She doubted Carrick could claim the same.
Amethyst watched curiously as the doctor laid his hands on Carrick; there was light, and bruises and cuts disappeared. In a few minutes, Carrick was back to his old self, for better or worse. The princess sighed.
>>“You’re body was ran ragged. You’re dehydrated, lacking several key vitamins to promote recovery and I’m almost positive the blood on you’re fingers aren’t yours. Not only that but half the mansion staff had been looking for you. Glad you’re okay but you got to take better care of yourself. I’m gonna recommend a lot of sleep and a lot of water… and if you could not shift for a while…”
The look on Carrick's face plainly said he was not going to do any of those things. The princess rolled her eyes. The healer clearly knew what was good for him, and telling him things that were useful. Obviously, he could not keep the fly boy from sneaking out and getting into a drunk fight again.
>>“Maybe you can make sure he does as I tell him for once?”
>>”She can try.”
"Me?" Amethyst blinked. Why on earth would the healer think Carrick would follow anything she said? He would probably do the opposite, more likely than not.
>>“I did what I could with the healing he should be at one hundred percent tomorrow. The smell will be gone once he showers. A few times.”
>>”Worried for nothing. Best looking one in the room once again.”
"You look like you were just dragged out of a dumpster." the princess clarified, rolling her eyes at him. She nodded to the healer in thanks, then turned to walk back out the door "Are you coming or not?"
>>”Look at my bushy tail, look at me wings. Look at my pointed ears. More of a modesty thing than anything. I was told it was to leave ‘them’ whoever yer trying to attract, wanting more.”
Carrick was making fun of her, or of himself, it was hard to tell. Sure, he was a gorgon, with three extra appendages and other features that were far from demigod-like. But, Amethyst had to admit, he wore all of it well. Whenever he was not turning into a beast. Wanting more, though? It was a strange concept. Sure, she knew how flirting worked, but she doubted people here flirter all that much like that.
>>”Sounded like ya were. Love me body. Only one like it.”
That was definitely a fact. And Amethyst really didn't care if he looked. It was nice to be appreciated, and from the blushing she guessed he liked what he was seeing. If he looked.
They made it to the infirmary, and the healer - doctor - got to work, getting Carrick to sit down. Carrick lied about his injuries, which sounded stupid. He didn't even look like he had flown into a window.
"He fought elephants or something" she supplied, taking a seat next to him.
>>”and you were worried for nothing.”
"Once he fixes you up, we can talk" she quipped, looking at the healer "Can you also make him sober? And maybe smell less?"
>>”Not American. Irish. But yeah, that’s probably an English thing. Stiff upper, lip stay clothed and not spice any food.”
"Well that sounds miserable" the princess muttered. She knew Carrick was not American, but in this regard he behaved the same as she got used to from the people around her. Also, who didn't spice their food? These people just hated the good things in life...
>>”Little sure of yerself aren’t ya?”
"Why wouldn't I be?"
>>”I’m always awkward. Yer just noticing it for the first time. Fer **** sakes... Don’t think ya can get me to faint, love. Just not used to someone telling me to... Look at my nice breasts.”
"I wasn't telling you to look" the princess clarified as she supported Carrick's hobbling towards the infirmary door "I told you you don't have to be weird about it. It's a cultural thing. Women in Atlantis uncover all the time. Like, at festivals. You people really need to learn to like your own bodes more."
They reached the infirmary door with that, and Amethyst nudged it open.
Something was off with Carrick. Maybe he was losing strength, but he was making fewer jokes as they neared the infirmary. He looked out of sorts, his eyes wandering away from her. Amethyst stayed at his side as they walked.
>>”Ya smell nice.”
"Yes?" she blinked. She knew. She used perfumes for a reason. And the griffin had a sensitive nose. What did that have to do with anything?
>>”Better than me anyway. Smell like an animal who was in a cage again.”
"You do." Again, stating facts. Where was he going with this?
>>”Also yer dress is see through…”
"...oh." Amethyst looked down again. He was back to that previous thing. Maybe blood loss was making him a little loopy? "You can look. It's... Americans are so weird about this! I have nice breasts. It's weird not to look, honestly." she shrugged again, as much as she could while supporting him "Is that why you are being awkward? Or are you going to faint?"
Amethyst assumed people around the Mansion knew things about Atlantis. And about her royal concubine. Sam, the younger version anyway, had not exactly been low profile about his position. He didn't need to be, but Americans were still weird about Atlantean culture. This part, anyway.
>>”Concubine?... Right, well I found out from you. No one will tell nobody.”
"Good." he put an arm around her and she held him up. He was clearly losing some of his steadiness as they walked towards the infirmary. She just hoped he wouldn't faint or something. He still had color in his cheeks, and lot of color actually. Was it the concubine thing again?
>>”Previous? Had to go and lay them off? None of my business.”
"He quit" she shrugged, although it was a bit difficult with him leaning on her. Quitting in this case meant he turned back into a grumpy, much older version of himself.
>>”Anyone tell ya yer stronger than you look? You could almost carry me the rest of the way.”
"I am not carrying you the rest of the way" she stated firmly. His tail brushed up against her dress and she gave him a look, but he was not returning it. "... Is something wrong?... Why are you not looking at me?"
