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.
Amethyst raised her chin, glaring back at the man, hoping it was not blatantly obvious that she had gemstones forming in the corner of her eyes. Stating her royal lineage at least seemed to give the man a pause.
>>”D’ y’ have any proof on y’? Any identification, y’r diplomatic passport? Are y’ in the US f’r official business?”
She opened her mouth. She didn't have a passport, or an ID. Not on her person, anyway. "I'm an ambassador. Princess Iris Beryl Amethyst of Atlantis." She could sort that out later.
>>”An’ even if y’ do that doesn’t necessarily protect him. I’m not shippin’ him off t’ Gitmo. A man is dead an’ the law has to work through it t’ find justice. Y’ might be the rap but y’ cain’t beat the ride.”
She had no idea what he was saying. He had a strong accent, and he was using words she didn't understand. Amethyst bit her lips in frustration as he stepped around her. She was not used to people stepping around her.
"Where are you taking him?" she demanded "Are you the police? Are you taking him to prison? He needs a doctor, you know that right?"
>>”Tranquilizers. He’ll be fine, jus’ groggy later.”
Carrick was not moving. Why was he not moving? Amethyst tried to see how much of the blood was his, but she couldn't tell. She could see his chest rising and falling slowly, so he was not dead yet. The other guy, he was about to be. The princess' face flushed with anger. She was not sure how tranquilizers worked. But the man seemed intent on cuffing Carrick.
>>”He killed someone, in broad daylight, with a crowd of witnesses. Unless he has a diplomatic passport on him, justice has t’ be done. Now. Move ‘r be moved.”
"They were attacking us" the princess pointed out, pulling herself up to her full (not very tall) height. She didn't have a passport on her. And Carrick... Carrick didn't have anything on him. She leveled a glare at the man. "And I am royalty. I represent the Kingdom of Atlantis. He... he was protecting me."
The beast lunged for the man with the rifle, and for a moment Amethyst's stomach dropped, thinking he'd succeed. But Carrick was growing sluggish now from his injury, and he missed, the man rolling out of the way and firing another shot hastily. The princess froze; she thought the shot was going too wide, right in her direction, but then the beast reared up, and caught it in the chest. Amethyst cried out again. "Stop!"
Did he do that on purpose...? The beast that just mauled someone, was he... protecting her?
Carrick staggered, swaying this way and that, wings and tail drooping, before he finally collapsed. Amethyst watched in horror. Was he...?
The shift was, once again, shocking to behold. Fur and claws disappeared, until Carrick was left in his human form, with wings and tail spread on the ground, and otherwise completely naked. Once the shift was over, Amethyst finally willed her legs to move, hurrying over to Carrick. He was covered in dirt and blood, and half covered with the injured wing. Amethyst reached out, but she was too afraid to touch him.
"What did you do to him?!" she yelled at the man with the rifle. A small topaz rolled down her cheek and clinked to the ground "This... this is... this is going to be a diplomatic incident!"
Everything was just wrong. Amethyst felt miserable, and scared. She had never been in public in a situation like this... or seen someone killed by a beast right in front of her. A beast who was... a friend. Why did Carrick do this? He was angered by the bigots, sure, but... did the fly boy really want to kill that man so brutally?
There was more running and yelling. Someone else appeared on the scene. The beast's wing was injured, but he still looked formidable. Amethyst looked up just in time to see the gun aimed at him.
"NO!"
Too late. There was a shot, and Carrick staggered, gathering himself a moment later to lunge at the man with the gun. "Don't hurt him!" She was not even sure which one of them she was yelling at. She didn't want Carrick to die, shot down like an animal. She didn't want him to kill someone else either. The princess took a few steps towards them, legs too shaky to run.
Amethyst was sure Carrick had killed the man. There was a lot of blood, and some screaming. The beast growled and turned around. Was it looking for the next victim? Amethyst felt her legs shaking so badly she couldn't even stand anymore; she sat on the edge of the fountain. She should have run. She wanted to run. Whatever happened to Carric, he was not a person now. The great wings flapped, one moving in a way that looked wrong. Injured wild animals rarely ever behaved well. The beast looked at her again, and Amethyst turned even more pale.
So much blood. Carrick had just mauled that man. And there were people all around - at a distance - staring at the both of them.
"You should stop..." she whispered, but did not feel the strength to speak up. Instead, she turned away, and vomited a pile of colorful quartz crystals onto the ground.
The beast did not attack her. Not yet. It sniffed at her, and reacted to the name, but it was not speaking. Or behaving like a person. Amethyst held her breath, bracing herself against the edge of the fountain. Would it attack her...?
>>“Smite the evil from the world, O’ light bringer… may we you’re faithful act for you!”
The preacher was still there. Holding a knife, which, frankly, looked pitiful against the beast Carrick had turned into. Amethyst stared at him, bewildered.
"Are you insane?!"
He clearly was. And he managed to anger the beast. Carrick turned and lunged, like Amethyst had sometimes seen cats pounce at mice, except this one was larger, and stronger, and much more terrifying. There was a crunching sound, and blood. Amethyst gasped, covering her mouth with her hands.
They were throwing things now. Amethyst raised her arms instinctively to protect herself, but it was Carrick that got hit next, on the wing, and let out a cry of pain. The bastards were throwing things at them. Amethyst had never been attacked before, especially not by humans. And she still did not know what their goddamn problem was.
>>”Think it’s time we leave now, love..."
"They should be held responsible for this!" Amethyst protested, but the rest of her argument was lost as Carrick doubled over in pain. Did they... actually wound him? "... Carrick?"
>>”Come on…. Not now… We are fine. I can handle this... Princess… Run!”
"Wha..." she stared. She didn't run. She couldn't. Carrick shifted, clawing at his clothes, at his own skin, in a way that made her feel frozen in place. Other people screamed, and they did run, although some were still holding up their phones as they were retreating. The bigots were running so fast they left a trail of dust. The princess stared as the annoying, cocky fly boy turned into the stuff of nightmares. And actual beast.
My other form.
Amethyst felt the cold marble of the fountain at the back of her legs, as the winged creature moved to sniff at her. Was he... was it going to attack her? Was it still... sentient? "... Carrick?"
Amethyst did not take kindly to being called a harlot. She had done nothing to deserve that title, and she was certainly not going to stand for being labeled so in public. This was about to become a diplomatic incident on all fronts. Atlantean royalty, eating food in public, in the company of a gorgon, being accosted by anti-mutant (and no doubt anti-Atlantis) bigots...
>>”Sorry, love… he wants a shouting match. Cover yer ears. Shouldn’t have called her that, catch.”
Amethyst stared blankly as Carrick tossed his food at the man. And then Carrick roared. He actually roared, and the princess dropped her food in a hurry to protect her ears from the sound. It was nothing like she'd heard before. Sure, she had heard actual lions and tigers roar, but... but this, this was different. This was a griffin roaring. Also, it was Carrick roaring, which was surreal. And mostly loud. Incredibly loud. People cowered, stepped back, a few of them fled, others took out more phones. The preacher stumbled back, shaking in fear. Aemthyst stared.
>>”Mate… ya pissed yerself….”
Now, most of the bigots were done. The fight had gone out of them. This was not what they had signed up for; they were out here to yell at people and signal their righteousness. No one was out here to battle a mythical creature. They were about to sulk away... most of them, anyway. There was always one. One guy who just did not know when to quit. One who was too far gone into a rage of his own to quit without losing face.
"Monster!" someone yelled from the back of the group. A bottle flew out, still half-filled with holy water (although it was a re-used glass bottle for liquids of a less righteous nature). It smashed into the gravel at their feet, spraying glass shards at both Carrick and Amethyst. The princess jumped back with a yelp, a few tears in her dress. Small red ruby shards fell at her shoes.
"How dare you!"
The guy must have been well stocked, because he threw another bottle.
Carrick spread his wings, swiping dust and dirt at the man. People were beginning to notice something was going on. The small but dedicated group that had been listening with rapt attention at the preacher now gathered behind him, although some took a step back when Carrick displayed his wings.
>>”How often does that work? Begone yerself!”
"You do not command me, demon! Only God commands me!" the man yelled back, taking on a dramatic pose. His followers murmured. Some other people shook their heads. Some pulled out their phones. Amethyst was suddenly aware that they were in the middle of a whole different show.
>>”Angel’s were never made in the big man’s imagine. Humans were, however he supposedly loves all his children. Human ‘nd mutant alike. Angel’s were used more for delivering messages… or smiting.”
The princess furrowed her brow. This whole theology thing, it was far from her usual experience. This is what happens when people have only one god, she thought. They get all territorial about him.
>>”She’s got a free pass to commune with whomever she want’s mate... Think he thinks were on a date.”
"Like... romantically?" Amthyst scoffed. As if. As if she would go on a date with fly boy in broad daylight. Carrick was as annoying as he was strange, and clearly not someone the princess would consider as a concubine, let alone a lover. Please.
He did seem annoyed now, though. Something changed in his stance, and his eyes. There was a low rumbling sound, and some of the people who stood close enough murmured and swayed.
>>”No souls to save here. Go step into traffic ya Eejit, before ya see how much of an abomination I can be.”
"Show us!" the man jumped on the opportunity "Show everyone the demon you truly are! I am not afraid of you! We are not afraid of you! God only can smite those who are evil, and he shall smite you for the demon you are! Show your face, demon, and perish from the light of our lord!"
"That's quite enough yelling for today. You should really learn some rhetoric. And philosophy. Your arguments are ridiculous." the princess noted, gesturing at him with the hot dog.
"Silence, harlot! She who communes with demons shall..."
After some consideration, Amethyst took a bite of the brat too. It was greasier than the hot dog, but also more flavorful. She chewed on it as Carrick considered the news about the Greek pantheon.
>>”Ah. Heard about them before in school when I was younger... Oooo, love to hear some of the ‘real’ stories then. Probably.”
"Maybe one day I'll give a lecture" the princess smirked. He was not the first person to ask her about that, and honestly it was time she did some of the cultural exchange she had been sent here for.
Some people sorely needed it. Like the man preaching at the other side of the fountain. He moved around and moved closer, and he turned out to be the same man they had already run into once, at the bar. Carrick recognized him too.
>>”Fer **** sakes. It’s a big city! I thought I told ya ta stop spewing nonsense! Having a great day off and enjoying me royal company, and you got to ruin it. Told ya about the show in the park.”
"And I told you to begone!" the man hollered back. This time, he seemed determined to stand his ground. "You are an abomination. You are not an angel, and you are not in the image of god!"
"You really need to specify which god you are talking about." Amethyst pointed out, annoyed by the interrupted meal.
"The only one true god! The one you need to embrace if you want to be cleansed of the sin of communing with demons..."
Amethyst rolled her eyes. He had to ask, didn't he. Even though he could have guessed the answer himself.
"I'm royalty. I don't cook."
>>”Maybe I’ll get lucky one day and ya can have one of yer cooks change my mind.”
"Sure. Maybe they will put an apple in your mouth." she grinned, but the banter was interrupted by the man on the other side of the fountain starting up again, even louder than before. She only caught a few words, but they sounded very similar to those she had heard at the bar.
>>”No clue. Was trying to ignore ‘em, Can’t imagine ‘going to war’ is a good catch phrase to join yer cult... Gods? ya got more than one?”
"We do. It's called a pantheon." she nodded. She already knew some about religions in the USA; most people seemed to have a single god, ad some got mighty offended if others didn't agree. In fact, they wanted everyone to believe there was only one god, total. She'd had conversations like this before. "It's... what you know as the Greek pantheon. But from what I can tell, a lot of our myths are being told wrong around here." she nodded towards the yelling "That man, he's one of those who only have one, right? And wants everyone else to worship the same one?"
She must have said something unexpected, because Carrick was choking again. It was becoming a thing between the two of them; her perfectly reasonable comments often caused him to do a double take. Like her pointing out that putting steroids in a 'dog' to make it bigger was an obviously phallic thing to do.
>>"Aye, it is... Not actually a hot dog on steroids. Just a figure of speech, love. More meat, different taste. Anyone ever tell ya yer blunt? Love it though.”
"No, never" she shrugged. No one would have called her anything like that, not to her face. Princesses were elegant and graceful. She was only blunt by comparison to how prudish Americans were sometimes.
On the other side of the fountain someone was yelling again. Carrick noticed it too. Why was someone always yelling in New York? Did people have nothing better to do?
>> ”I never named ‘em, and ya can’t talk about it too much. Seafood doesn’t have many spices but ya still enjoy it right?”
"It has spices when it is done right" the princess noted, taking a seat on the edge of the fountain "Why did they name them dogs anyway? There is no dog meat in them, and they look nothing like a dog... by the gods, do these people ever stop yelling?..."
It was definitely a simple mean. All in one piece, eaten in large bites, hand-held, no cutlery or serving involved. It reminded Amethyst of the kind of things gorgons seemed to eat. Then again, Carrick was a gorgon, even if he did not like being called one. His tastes were bound to be simple.
>>”Careful there Icarus. Don’t know nothing about seafood in hotdogs but, I do know they have chicken dogs and vegan dogs. Don’t know the point of Vegan dogs or what’s in it.”
"You people are terrible at naming things, you know that?" she pointed out as they walked towards a nearby fountain.
>>”Almost sounds more like a taco with shrimp in it. You’d definitely get yer spices with a taco. Some carts do have peppers, just not that one apparently. Seems more of a comfort food than anything.”
"You mean, you purposefully selected the food with the least amount of spices?" he had mentioned earlier that Irish food was bland. She was beginning to put two and two together.
>>”I almost don’t want to give you this now. If ya can’t appreciate the hotdog it seems like a waste to the Bratwurst. A hotdog on steroids. Tastes nothing like seafood.”
"Why do they put steroids in a hot dog?" the princess blinked, eyeing the bratwust. It looked even more discouraging than the dog. Also, she had just recently learned what steroids were, in a Biology class. "This is very phallic." she added as a point of clarification.
The hot dog, which was not a dog, was not bad, as far as food went that one got on the streets of New York. It was awkward to take such large bites of it, though.
>>”Not bad... more spices? I’ve seen people put hot sauce on it. Tastes great to me. Back when I was with the circus I practically lived off this.”
"That would explain why it tastes great to you. You should try other foods sometime" Amethyst smirked, but she kept eating anyway. Spices. It definitely needed more spices.
>>”Not bad, pfftttt. You just don’t want to admit I can be right. Don’t have anything like this back home do ya?”
"Not that I know of" she allowed "I wonder if it would taste better with seafood. Maybe put some calamari in there, or little shrimp with peppers..."
Not realizing she was actively desecrating the concept of hot dogs, the princess walked alongside Carrick through the park. From an outsider's point of view, they looked like any other couple of young people sharing street food. Well, minus the tail and the wings.
"There is no table" Amethyst pointed out when Carrick brought up table manners. People seemed to just be... eating where they stood, or walked. It was strange. Eating was supposed to be a pleasurable experience, at least in the princess' world, and while Carrick made high promises about that, the lack of comfort was still troubling.
Carrick ordered, saying a whole lot of things Amethyst did not understand. Oh well. The man seemed to get it, and served them four... things. She stepped aside, following Carrick, and picked up some napkins after being prompted.
>>”Now… this is a hot dog. Made with zero dog. Name’s misleading. Real important you get a bit of everything in every bite.”
No dogs. That was good, at least. Amethyst observed as Carrick took a large bite. It was a messy kind of food. She balanced the hot dog handed to her in both hands, and attempted to take a bite. There was a lot to bite through, sausage, bread, relish, onions, and sauces. Some dripped down her chin, and she leaned forward to protect her dress from the rest. She made an annoyed little sound, but there was nothing left to do but chew. She did. It was... strange, the taste, the texture, everything. She chewed, savoring it. Carrick looked pleased.
"It's... not bad" she allowed, after she swallowed the first bite. "It could use some more spices."
