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.
>>”Freeloading? Ya wound me, here I was thinking I was doing ya a favor willing to be the entertainment. Clearly I misread the situation.”
"Clearly you did. If I was going to hire entertainment, I'd have hired professionals." Amethyst shot back. The whole situation was putting her more and more on edge. She did want to admit it to herself that seeing her Atlantean friends again was feeling like a lot of pressure, and greeting them with two obnoxious gorgons did not help at all.
And now it was too late to fix either.
>>”And what ya ashamed of them or something. Can’t be any worse than you right? Well. She really knows how to make a guy feel wanted eh? Looks like a headache.”
>>”Wait. Friends like…? Why are they here?”
"Because they are my friends and I invited them to visit. And yes, they are Atlantean demigod nobility." Amethyst glared at the both of them, smoothing down her skirts "Now. Shoo."
The colorful dresses and glittering jewels were already heading in their direction like a tidal wave of elegance and entitlement.
Amethyst saw the shadow of the flying gorgon a moment before Carrick swooped low enough to start talking. She rolled her eyes. She really did not want to be bothered at her own party by... annoying griffins. Carrick's presence was distracting, and somehow she had the nagging feeling she did not want him at this party for... multiple reasons.
>>”Wrong color tent if yer trying to attract attention, love. What kind of party are we having then?”
"A private one" she shot back, folding her arms.
>>”Where’s the stage? Didn’t even think to ask me to play? Would have given ya a great deal. I’m a gas at parties. Looking good today!”
"You are not invited. I have quests coming." she clarified. She really did not want Carrick to still be there when her friends arrived.
To add even more difficulty to the situation, Praxi materialized out of nowhere somehow, approaching in all her green gooey glory. The princess sighed. She did not need to be anywhere near this party.
>>”Good day! Looks like you’ve put in a lot of work here, which isn’t like you... Unless you tricked this man to setting up a tent for you for… reasons? What are you up to, anyway?”
"This man is freeloading and he needs to leave." the princess frowned "I have friends visiting today. This is supposed to be a private event..."
Before she could go even further into her explanation of the meaning of 'private', a taxi rolled up to the gates of the Mansion, in sight of the tents in the garden. There was a flurry of colorful dresses, shining jewelry, and excited chatter as Atlantean ladies poured out of it. Amethyst's face showed visible distress.
"If you would excuse me please, I'd like to entertain my guests alone."
Amethyst was not sure she wanted her friends to visit the Mansion. A few weeks earlier she would have given a lot of gemstones to have someone from Atlantis come and share her annoyance at the place of her diplomatic exile. Even though she did not really have close friends in Atlantis, she had enough royal cousins, court ladies, and distant relations to spend time with whenever she wanted. Some of these ladies, led by her closest cousin who was almost the same age, decided to descend upon Xavier's to "lift her spirits, and see the school everyone was talking about."
The princess would have given a lot for a good old fashioned Atlantean party. But even so, she felt kind of awkward now that the arrival of the court ladies was imminent. The school was very different from what she'd initially imagined, and not exactly a place to throw a party in. The best she could do, since it was a nice sunny day, was to rustle up some tents, set them up in the Mansion gardens, and arrange all the carpets, couches, and armchairs she could find (some of the students helped, in exchange for some shiny stones). Buying wine and refreshments was easier. Keeping away all the curious kids was not.
By the early afternoon, Amethyst had nothing left to do but wait. She was wearing a sea green dress, and silver jewelry complete with a tiara set with turquoises. She was lounging on one of the couches, with the nearby coffee table set with fruit and snacks and drinks. The Atlantean visitors were bound to arrive at any moment.
It was really hard to remember that the griffin was the same person as Carrick (or the monster, for that matter). Amethyst knew it still had Carrick's mind, and most of his attitude, but at the same time it was also a creature of legend, and behaving much like an overgrown cat. She wondered what Praxi would say if she saw this.
She ran her fingers over the feathers on the wing. They were soft, and kind of beautiful, like an exquisite cloth of some sort. The griffin was purring loudly and rolled over, reluctantly handing back the gem. Amethyst didn't take it. The tail batted at her hair and she waved it away with one hand. Instead, she touched the soft fur on the griffin's side. Such a curious creature. Such a curious person.
Well then. He might have been friendly, but shinies won over royalty, apparently. Carrick turned away from her, purring at the shiny stone, and the way he flattened his ears made it obvious that he did not like the idea of returning it at all. Still a wild creature. And he definitely understood what she was saying.
The princess sighed, taking a seat in the grass with her dress spreading out around her, and reached out tentatively to pet the feathers on one of his wings.
The trick worked, and it almost made Amethyst laugh. In triumph, obviously. The griffin pounced for the apple and the gemstone, and snatched them right out of the air. The apple was soon discarded, but the sapphire seemed to amuse Carrick; he purred and chittered and rolled over, admiring it.
"Well, you're a griffin after all" the princess grinned, looking down at him. She was curious now; even though Carrick was a gorgon, not a real griffin, he seemed to behave like one, at least as far as the legends went. He was endlessly amused by shiny things, and probably guarded things he deemed important. Which begged the question...
Amethyst extended a hand for the sapphire. "Mine."
The griffin did not see inclined to fetch. He either didn't know what it was, or he deemed it beneath him to play along. Either way, that was yet another negative quality in a pet. Which he was not. The princess rolled her eyes as Carrick sauntered over to the apple, inspected it, then tossed it over back to where he'd come from. That was not how one played fetch. Amethyst had seen dolphins do better.
The princess walked over, picking up another apple, with a sudden idea in her head. She spat in her hand; her saliva immediately crystallized into a piece of clear sapphire, light blue and about the size of her thumbnail. Pressing the crystal into the side of the apple, she tossed it into the air again, blue sapphire glinting in the sunlight.
The griffin tugged on her bracelet, and the princess huffed at him. She was not about to hand over her jewelry. Royal pets sometimes got ornaments, like a jeweled collar or a harness, but he was a whole different person, and she liked that bracelet. The griffin eventually gave up, and ate the apple instead. Once it was gone, he poked at her earring; Amethyst tilted her head. He smelled like feather and fur, but the large beak only poked at the shiny stone in her earring, and didn't try to take it.
"Not that, either."
Carrick lay down, looking at her as if he was expecting something. The princess watched the griffin for a while, then sighed. She picked up another apple that had fallen from the tree, and threw it across the lawn. "Fetch?"
Amethyst was not sure whether griffins ate apples. The beak would fit some kind of a bird of prey, but she was not about to start offering chunks of meat, so he could take the apple or leave it, either way. Carrick made some purring sounds, reminiscent of the purrs he made in his human form. It was a very soothing sound. One of the main reason why he would have made an acceptable royal pet. Well, that, and him being a griffin.
The griffin inspected the apple, then tilted his head, and the large beak gently took hold of her wide golden bracelet.
"Hey!" Amethyst scoffed. The beak was strong enough to probably break her wrist, if he wanted to; but the tugging on the bracelet was playful, although no less annoying. "You can't eat that!"
Griffins liked gold. Everyone knew that. It was basically the entire myth about them.
"You need to find your own treasure to guard." she scolded Carrick, trying to tug the bracelet away.
He must have understood what she was saying, or at least the notion of her not getting on his back to fly, because he huffed and turned away. The princess shook his head. One moment, he was all like 'not a pet', and the next, he wanted to be a steed? Men really needed to make up their damn minds.
After trying to shake off the bracelet again, Carrick finally went flying on his own. He did not go far, circling around and making more bird noises from the apple tree. Seeing a griffing fly was fascinating, even if... well. The princess had to conclude that she might as well stop referring to Carrick as human, and enjoy the griffin's company and the lack of sarcastic comments while it lasted.
Not the flying, though.
Amethyst reached up, picking one of the apples from the tree, and held it out. Here.
She asked if he undersood, and he shook his head no. The princess blinked, trying to puzzle out whether he was messing with her. He probably was. Still, the creature was marvelous, even with the annoying chirping sounds. She looked at him, fur and wings and all. In the meantime, he was trying to shake off the ankle bracelet. "I don't think you are supposed to do that" she pointed out. If he did, they might take him to prison again. The griffin walked closer, and leaned down, offering his back. The princess stared. "Wha... oh no. No. I'm not getting on your back."
There was a rustling in the bushes, and Amethyst felt tempted to follow along anyway, and spy on the transformation. She got to her feet, smoothing down her dress, wondering how offended Carrick would be if she looked. The leaves rustled, and something must have happened, because a painful yell turned into a screech. The princess looked, tilting her head, as the branches parted, and instead of Carrick out walked a griffin.
It... he looked like the griffins that Amethyst had seen on wall paintings and statues. It was stunning, to see one in real life, even though she knew it was just Carrick in his shifted form. The griffin made a series of chirping and screeching sounds, and then opened his wings, stretching. The princess chuckled, watching the show.
"Alright, I'll admit. That is quite impressive." she said "... Do you understand what I am saying?..."
>>”No one expects it but here I am. You haven’t. Haven’t tried shifting with this thing on yet.”
The device on his ankle. Right. He was not allowed to leave or fly, but it somehow also restricted his shifting. Or something like that. It would be a while before she would see the griffin form.
>>”True sight to behold and I’m not just saying that because it’s still me.”
"Sure" she smirked. He would have no way of proving that until...
... except, he did.
Before Amethyst could finish that thought, Carrick was already on his feet, and shedding his shirt. She blinked, unabashedly staring, wondering what he was about to do.
>>”Alright ya convinced me!Yer in for a treat today... I’ll be right back… no peeping while I’m shifting. Gonna be naked fer this one. If someone named Pippa calls let her know everything is fine!”
"Wait what?" she called after him, but he'd already gone. Amethyst huffed. Whoever this Pippa was, it was not her job to take calls. Also, why did Americans insist on walking away when they were naked? Not like she had not seen him take his skin off before... "So prudish." she clicked her tongue, craning her neck, hoping to catch a glimpse. Of she shifting.
>>”See then it’s a good thing I didn’t take the position then? Can barely keep me behaving good let alone beasty and good luck with the Gryphon.”
Griffins were royal creatures - in mythology, anyway. Amethyst somehow doubted Carrick would make a regal pet, even on his best behavior. And liked his freedom way too much to stay domesticated for too long. At least they both agreed on that.
>>”Most poetry now they don’t even sing. They used to sure, but that kind of changed when it shifted from poetry and turned to music. Now music... Got a favorite poem from home?”
Carrick purred, and Amethyst remembered their visit to the bar where some gift made both of them sing. Sure, singing was also a form of entertainment... but the way Atlanteans understood poetry, it was very different from poetry in the American sense. She shrugged.
"I have poems I enjoy... but I doubt they translate well to English. The language has a different rhythm."
>>”Don’t really fancy meself a poet. Singer sure, musician mmm-okay. Entertainer there ya go. Poet?... I’m a poet and didn’t know it.”
"Singing is also entertainment" she allowed with a small smile "I don't expect you to be all of those things. Although... I still have not seen you as a griffin..."
Amethyst was not wholly sold on the idea of animal companions yet. She was not the type of person who would groom and feed and clean an animal; she usually had servants to deal with that if she so desired, but generally, she'd never met a pet she wanted to keep around yet.
>>”Not sure I’m responsible enough to take care fer an animal. Most of the time when I tried to spruce me room up with a plant it died in a day or so. Imagine me, less nurturing than a desert. Old roommate could even bring plants back to life. Not a single one survived.”
Amethyst chuckled at the story. Keeping plants was just as much of a job as pets. That's why one had gardeners, naturally. For fun, she would rather order things. She was good at orders.
>>”Oh, yeah. That’s stuff though, never been partial to stuff. Easier when we have a envelope full of cash innit?”
"Depends on what you spend it on." she pointed out. Cash in itself... was boring. Not even shiny, like gems.
>>”So whatchu buying today love?... Wait, if that was yer way of asking fer me to be yer pet again I’m not an…animal. Sides, I require too much attention, I’m high maintenance.”
"Don't delude yourself." the princess rolled her eyes "Royal pets have to be much more well behaved than you are."
Not to mention obedient.
"I haven't decided yet" she circled back to his other question "There is so much to choose from... although I miss good poetry. Back home, we value a good poet. But American poetry seems weird to me... they don't even sing."
