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.
>>”Cold, love. Here I was forgetting about my predicament. and ya had to remind me.”
Well, it was the truth. He had to stay put until other people figured out what to do with him. It was a legal thing, apparently, although the princess felt intrigued by the device they had attached to his ankle. Was it keeping his powers in check somehow? Such technology would so many implications, for gorgons as well as demigods...
Amethyst took a seat next to him, her dress pooling around her.
>>”Gonna go mad sitting around here. Can’t leave the grounds can’t fly and I can’t shift. What do ya do here all day anyways? How do you not go to the city every day?”
"Sometimes I do." the princess shrugged "Sometimes I don't feel like making the effort." The city was all interesting and bustling, but it also took going outside and mingling with strange people. "I was told I should have an animal companion, for entertainment." she added, remembering her trip with Praxi to the pet store "I am not sure how entertaining they can be. But, I discovered" she added in a conspiratory tone "... that you can pay people, and they will bring pretty much anything to the door. From anywhere. You can do it on the computer, and all these things just come to you."
>> ”Oh? Thought royalty are supposed to have great memories.”
Amethyst rolled her eyes. At least he was being annoying again. Annoying Carrick was easier to deal with than the mopey version.
>>”Maybe? Beasty ain’t like me other form… but he’s part of me isn’t he?... Got me curious now. Be the first time he ever did anything useful. Usually he just makes a mess of things.”
Was it? Useful... he did save her from being shot with a tranquilizer. It would not have killed her, but it would have hurt. She remembered the monster sniffing at her, and not attacking. Could Carrick, deep down, tell friend apart from foe?...
>>”Yer welcome either way, love.”
The princess scoffed again.
>>”And you’d need an imagination to be making things up like that. I am gonna pay ya back though.”
Things were... still off. She was not sure why or how. This was becoming annoying, and not in the usual way.
"Whatever you want. You could probably spend your money on better things, though." she pointed out, looking up at him. "Especially since I am told you can't leave here..."
She could tell he didn't remember. Honestly, she was not even sure she remembered it right either. It had happened in a split second, in the middle of a desperate situation. Maybe she was just making things up now. Trying to see things that were not there.
>>”You mean out shouting the guy? Pretty sure it made things worse.”
"No?... Not that." she shook her head. The roar had been impressive, but that was before he'd shifted into the beast. Gods, was she really going to have to tell him?
>>”Sounds like something I’d do though? You’d say thanks at least?”
He puffed up his chest, and she scoffed.
"Maybe I remember wrong" she shot back, but she felt it wasn't fair. She pursed her lips. "It was when that man shot... he shot at you. And you could have jumped out of the way, but... you didn't. And if you had, he would have hit me... maybe. Or I'm just making things up."
Carrick seemed... uncomfortable with talking about his powers. Or the beast he shifted into. Amethyts never learned much about gorgon powers, but from what she gathered, she always assumed they were the same as hers: part of what one really was, a true nature. Her part was creating valuable things for the royal lineage. But his... Carrick did not seem like a person who would naturally turn into a monster.
>>”Aye… Not that one at least... I know it hurts. hen I normally shift it only hurts fer a second but that form. It doesn’t stop. Makes me angry like the only way to feel better is roar.”
It hurt? Were one's own powers supposed to hurt? What kind of a mistake was that? Amethyst furrowed her brow in surprise.
>>”I don’t’ remember much of anything. Kinda like a bad dream. One the more ya think about it the less ya remember... I remembered you though. How’s yer legs?”
"What?" she blinked, then looked down. "Oh. I'm fine." her wounds have been minor, and the crystals closed them fast enough. He didn't remember all the did... but he remembered that. And what else? "So... when you protected me? You remember that?"
The fight went out of Carrick as fast as his anger had flashed. Amethyst wondered if he was scared of his own beast form. What was it like, fearing someone's own gifts? She sometimes got annoyed with hers, but her power lay in wealth and royalty, and not in... the physical form of her body. That was something gorgons dealt with.
>>”Scares me too. I’m…. sorry.”
Gorgons like him, they would have been contained on Atlantis. Too strong for demigods to let them roam free. But... but.
Amethyst sighed too.
"It seemed to me like... you can't control it. When you shift. What... what is like? From the inside?"
>>”Aye, if knew that I would have asked someone to grab the bag of gems I’ve been gathering since I got here.”
Amethyst rolled her eyes. Carrick had an affinity to shiny things, and he was not the only student making a habit of picking up the small gems she sometimes left lying around the Mansion. She didn't really mind much, such small things were not too valuable. She still did not understand why he was upset.
A guitar string snapped, and Carrick swore, jumping to the ground. His eyes looked strange again, and Amethyst swayed back as he landed. Why was he behaving like this?
>>”Thank you. Now if yer gonna avoid me like the plague then just do it already. Seen the way ya looked at me. Here and at the hospital. I got a beast living in me and I’m scary got it.”
Well, he was. In fact, the beast had been terrifying. And he did not have much control over it, as far as she understood. Tat was what the man with the gun had been all upset about, too. And the people who were spreading all kinds of stories now about what happened at the park.
>>”Ya don’t need to be waving yer charity over me if yer gonna just leave like everyone else.”
"Leave?" the princess, blinked, confused "I'm not planning on going anywhere yet. And for the record, I'm not avoiding you. You are avoiding me. Is it because you killed someone in front of me? Because he deserved it." she shrugged. Attacking a royal person would have gotten him killed in Atlantis too. "That... what you turned into, yes. It was scary. Should I not say that?"
>>”Right? And what am I supposed to just take it from ya?"
"Yes?" she blinked. Why wouldn't he? Atlantean royalty handed out money all the time, for charity, or strategic reasons, or simply because they fancied someone. No one ever complained.
>>"I don’t need any handouts. I… fek… I didn’t ask ya to do that."
"I know you didn't."
>>”Why would ya. Scared ya half to death. Killed someone… Why would ya eh? School might have taken care of it?”
Amethyst scoffed.
"They would have. Technically, they did... But they have a whole lot of other kids to take care of. And I can make rubies. They are expensive." she added, for clarification. They were among the most valuable gemstones in the world.
>>”First installment. Don’t want you to think I was just gonna take money from the throne and not pay it back.”
Amethyst's eyes narrowed. She was not sure what to make of all this. Was that part of the rules? The person bailed out had to pay back the person who gave the money? If it was, she had not been informed. And she was not really supposed to follow American rules anyway.
>>”I’m good fer it, princess. Might take some time but I can pay ya in full.”
"I didn't ask you to" she clarified, folding her arms "It wasn't the throne's money, it was mine. And I make gemstones, remember?"
Carrick had been acting strange since his return. Not like Amethyst had planned a welcome celebration for him or anything; she did what she owed him by making money off of the rubies (enough for bail, and for her to spend), and the rest was really not her problem. But the usually obnoxious griffin boy was now unusually scarce. People whispered all kinds of things about him, and while none of the teachers had been treating him any differently, something was decidedly... off.
And then there was the envelope.
It didn't take the princess much time to find him. He was outside (a safe bet), and the sound of the guitar was a giveaway, even with him hidden in the tree. The princess stood under the tree, her turquoise dress billowing around her, and she glared up at him, waving the envelope in one hand.
American dollars. Probably a lot of them. That was going to be more difficult than she'd expected, and the school probably did not budget for large expenses to get a student out of jail. Or did they?... Either way, one thing the princess could easily access was money. She just needed to find a trustworthy jewelry business, and find something reasonably clean and sharp. It wasn't that time of the month.
>> ”Yeah, yeah, yeah. They tell ya get a phone call when ya get locked up. Never specify on how long the phone call can be. Glad yer all right, Princess not for accounting taste. Mind passing the message along to one of the staff members? Sooner the better. Not made to be in a cell this small. Can’t even open me wings. Can ya believe it?”
The line went dead. The princess sighed. She entertained the idea of leaving it at that. Wouldn't it be better if the gorgon was locked away? For the safety of others. That monster... had been terrifying. But it had protected her.
The ethics of getting Carrick back to the school could be sorted out later. For now, she had some errands to run.
Amethyst had a vague idea of how bail worked. Someone would hold someone else in... prison, until someone else would pay money for their freedom. It was a strange way to do justice, but at least it was a problem she felt equipped to deal with.
>>”Aye. Quite a bit more than I can manage. Got some saved up but pretty sure I couldn’t even afford a replacement guitar let alone bailing me tail out of… not a jail?... Figured the mansion might send someone to pick me up till I figure out what the hell is going on.”
Carrick had no money. Not enough, anyway. Amethyst was not surprise. He had not been living the kind of life that would result in wealth. She sighed.
>>”Whatcha think of them hotdogs?”
"I don't really care about the hot dogs" she noted with a wave of her hand. They could discuss their differences in taste later. Besides, she barely remembered the taste, after all that happened while they ate. "So... how much are they asking for you? Does in have to be in American dollars?"
Carrick was probably in a world of trouble. He had shifted into a monster and killed someone in broad daylight. Amethyst wondered what they were going to do to him. If a gorgon had done that in Atlantis... the retaliation would have been ruthless. America was not much better in that regard, she thought.
"Are you...?" was he... purring?
>>”Kinda?... Guess you could call it that. I already gotcha in trouble I’m sure. No reason to make it worse, love.”
"You are not wrong." she agreed. She had been in the whole mess, and even though she was innocent on the killing front, people were still looking at her differently.
>>”Trying ta see if any of the teacher’s there are willing to post bail so I can get the fek outta here. Kinda cramped here and frankly the wait staff aren’t up to me standards.”
"To... post bail?" she ventured. American rules wre weird, and she was not up to date on the language, but she had a vague recollection from all the teachers discussing what Carrick's options were. "Like... they want money?"
There was a pause on the other end of the line. Amethyst wondered what was happening. Maybe the child had been wrong? Or maybe the line had been cut for some reason?
>>”P-P-rincess! Hey-o. How you doing, love?... Not a jail?”
"What's going on?" she demanded. She was relieved to hear his voice. Last time she'd seen him, he was being sedated to keep him from shifting again. She'd been wondering where he'd been taken to. Purely because she had nothing better to do, of course.
>>”Not exactly sure. Seeing as there’s no windows here. Somewhere in the city. I asked fer an adult… I only get one phone call.”
"I'm an adult by Atlantean standards" the princess pointed out with a sigh "Are they holding you hostage?"
The child's voice cut through the lobby of the Mansion. Someone really needed to man the phones better, so random students wouldn't pick the landline up before an adult could get to it. For some reason, instead of calling an office, SUPER connected to the central land line of the Mansion, the phone pizza people and random parents tended to use. In this case, a kid waiting for a phone call picked up, her antennae lighting up as she realized who was calling.
"CARRICK'S IN JAIL! HE NEEDS AN ADULT"
Amethyst, crossing the hallway in a somber mood, froze at the yell. She looked around; no teachers were hurrying to the lobby as of yet. Not even Sam. She hesitated for a moment, then walked over, picking the phone out of the hands for the excitable preteen.
The man did not seem very impressed by her royal title. That was probably a first, Americans usually liked royalty a little too much. Amethyst pressed her lips together in frustration. With her title taken away, she felt useless. It wasn't like she could just punch the man. Well... she could have, but wouldn't have done much damage.
>>”First, he’ll be taken t’ a hospital t’ be looked over.”
Hospital. Alright, good. Carrick needed a doctor. Or a healer, more likely, but she could not call anyone at the Mansion until she found a phone she could use.
>>”I’m a Federal Agent, Ma’am. Right now he seems stable an’ I can wait f’r the local LEOs t’ arrive. They’re en route. EMS should be with ‘em. He’ll take a ride with me in an ambulance. Once he’s cleared by the hospital he’ll be taken t’ a Federal court for an arraignment if evidence indicates he should be charged. If it is in his favor he likely will be released.”
The princess frowned. Again, she did not know a lot of those words, and the accent was not helping either. The only thing she got was that they were going to take Carrick to a hospital, and then to... a court? Of some sort?
"Well... then I am going with you." she declared, folding her arms. She was not going to let Carrick out of her sight, not without knowing where they would take him. Not that she cared for him all that much, really, but the Mansion was going to throw a fit if she went back and couldn't tell them what happened to the guy. "I also need medical attention." she added, just to be sure.
