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.
>>”Nah, smells like normal. Wait till ya try it before writing it off. Fecking delicious.”
Indeed, things existed that, while having an unpleasant smell, were actually delicious. Like some tropical fruit, or certain cheeses. But Amethyst was very reluctant to believe that 'hot dogs' were one of those things. In fact, anything that was called 'dog' had to be suspect in the food department.
>>”Been eating this stuff fer years. I mean, look at me. Picture of health!”
"Eating this for years... why?" she rolled her eyes. Even if it was indeed that good, which he doubted, it did not seem like the kind of nourishment one would want to live on. With that said... Carrick did look healthy. And he clearly had the strength to fly around.
>>”Might seem unclean sure, but people wouldn’t be in line for it if it was bad. There’s always another cart nearby. Sides, only a fool wouldn’t grab napkins... Are princess’s allowed to eat with their hands?”
"Why wouldn't I be?" she blinked. What kind of a question was that? What else was she supposed to eat with? Other than a spoon, for soups. Obviously. They slowly made their way to the front of the line (standing in lines was one of the things the princess despised about this country). She looked at Carrick, arching an eyebrow. "Go ahead, then. I wouldn't know what to order."
Amethyst wrinkled her nose at the unfamiliar smells. She'd smelled a lot of questionable things in the Mansion kitchen since coming to the USA, but 'street food' was something especially dislikable. Why would anyone buy food on the street? And eat it there standing up, like a barbarian? Carrick swore up and down that this was something to die for, but the princess felt more like it was something to die from. She glared at the cart where a man was handing out little sausages in bread.
"I still don't see what the big deal is" she noted, folding her arms. She was dressed in a saffron dress and red garnet jewelry, and was present under protest to make Carrick shut up about the wonders of New York life. And cuisine. "This... smells very unclean."
Carrick definitely made an entrance. People were shocked or amused, but the attention was centered of him now, instead of the man on the box. Amethyst could tell the mood had shifted, and she didn't mind at all that the unhinged man was walking away in shame.
>>”No, go on! Before I spill more of yer secrets and thoughts!”
The princess watched him go, while some people were still looking at Carrick with curiosity. Even as a gorgon, he stood out in the New York crowd, especially when he was flying. The wings were a sight to behold.
>>”Don’t think we can take it on the road but I do hear we got a shot in central park. How’d I play an angel?”
"You were supposed to be an angel?" Amethyst quirked an eyebrow. "Aren't they all supposed to be... all graceful and radiant?" she chuckled, looking him over. Not bad looking, really. But not angelic, either. Especially not with the tail. "Central park will have to wait, fly boy. And singing was a one-time thing..."
The man kept spouting nonsense, and with every passing moment Amethyst was even more sure that no god had anything to do with this. Unless it was some trickster god bored out of his mind, passing the time with scrambling some poor human's brains.
>>”Guarantee it, love. Bet he’s not the only one like him though I’m sure... Got an idea. Stick around for the show, bout to start!”
"Are you going to sing again?" the princess ventured, a little alarmed, since some people were stopping on the sidewalk to listen to the man. The last thing she wanted to do was burst into song again. But Carrick had already disappeared, and the man went on yelling things that made no sense. Amethyst looked around, miffed. If Carrick left her, he'd never life it down.
>>>> “Trust in us, for we are you! Join us in our crusade! War is on us!”
>>”No it’s not! He’s lying to you all, I should know. I’m an angel.”
Oh, it most definitely wasn't an angel. It was Carrick, making a show as promised. Did anyone believe him, though? Amethyst barely had a grasp on what angels were supposed to be like, but he was definitely not that. Even with his tail put away.
>>>>> “….Do fall for his deception! He is one of them, those who need to be purged!”
>>”You can’t even read! You got no business spouting these lies, yer just mad ya wet the bed till you were fifteen!
Some people snickered. Amethyst stared. The man clearly did not believe the winged man was an angel. Also, purged? Who? Gorgons? Sure, they were annoying, but it wasn't like they should be killed off for that, as long as they were in their place...
The man kept yelling, to Carrick's visible annoyance. He seemed like one of those itinerant philosophers who gave speeches on the streets of Atlantis, goading people into debates, except this one was a lot less eloquent, and not at all entertaining. The princess couldn't even figure out what he was trying to say.
>>>> “Be not swayed by those with false gifts from God, they only mislead you contracted by evil himself! Join us in the war to purge the evil from this world! For we were created in his image!”
>>”Shit image.”
"Which god?" Amethyst inquired, looking between the man and Carrick. Clearly, if gods were in the habit of creating people that looked like them (why would they?), then everyone would look the same. "I don't think he is handsome enough to be created in the image of any god... You think he is unhinged?"
They left the bar, and Amethyst looked around for a cab. She knew Carrick would rather fly, or stay and drink somewhere else without her even, but she was not in the mood (or the dress) to go flying across town with him. A cab would be just fine, even though they smelled weird and the drivers always wanted to chat with her.
Carrick's tail swayed around, and she felt it brush against the hem of her dress. Gorgons and their extra appendages. No manners.
>>>> “Repent sinners! Evil is among us! Join us in the light! A war is coming!”
The princess turned to look at the person yelling nearby, and tilted her head. A war was coming? No one told her anything about a war.
>>”Be more like tying yer arms actually, or legs. I count them as limbs.”
"Fair point. It would be like binding your genitals, then." she conceded. If she had to squeeze her breasts into a bound and wired contraption, he could imagine how that would compare. And for what? Had these people not seen any female anatomy before? Back in Atlantis, women painted themselves and went around topless if they felt like it. It seemed to disturb outsiders a great deal for some reason. Even though the climate allowed it just fine.
>>”Want another round or ya finally ready for a fly, love? Can take ya home or we can try to find you some of that delectable American style cuisine them street vendors peddle.”
"I told you, I'm not flying with you again" Amethyst pointed out, setting her empty mug down. "I think I have had enough to drink. Let's go outside, and see where I can find one of those... taxis."
Melody smirked as the two of them walked out. She'd enjoyed their music... and somehow she suspected they would be back.
Carrick did not take the princess' opinions very well. He choked on his drink again, seriously this time, turning all red and flustered. Amethyst sighed. She should have known that talking about breasts would confuse people, even more than seeing them did.
>>”Ah.. umm… no. Nothing wrong with it, grand even.”
"See? Then why should I be wearing a bra?" she noted triumphantly as Carrick downed the rest of his drink. Her point had been made. Bras were pointless. And also uncomfortable.
>>”I think it’s for support? I mean, fer sports? Never had to think about it.”
"Well, if I do sports, I'll wrap my breasts. But then I wouldn't be wearing a dress anyway." she shrugged "I guess, it would be like you tying your wings down. Horribly uncomfortable. And people still stare. Even with a bra on. I've checked." she finished her mead, folding her arms. It was kind of proving her point.
For the first time, it occurred to Amethyst that gorgons might have a hard time finding clothes that fit them. Clothes were never much of an issue with gorgons, or at least not until someone tried to dress them in servant uniforms or something. But now, looking at Carrick, she could tell how difficult it would be to get him into American style clothing. Atlantean would have been so much easier.
>>”A tunic? Innit a dress?”
"No?" she blinked. What kind of a person didn't know the difference between a tunic and a dress? "But I guess a dress would work too."
>>”Wouldn’t be too different than flying in me birthday suit... It gets cold in they skies, jeans makes it a bit warmer. My tail would also make me a Gorgon in Atlantis.”
Birthday s...? Oh. Amethyst chuckled, drinking some of her mead. Now there was a funny image, griffin boy flying around naked. She bet some rich Atlanteans would have paid to see that.
>>”Wait… what’s wrong with me clothes? How outrages and how prudish are we talking?”
"As I said. Cultural difference." Amethyst explained "The counselor woman keeps trying to get me to wear a... bra? She says some of my dresses are see-through. I tried a bra. It's awful. Do women here really wear that? What's wrong with seeing breasts?"
Carrick was clearly surprised at her answer, which in turn surprised Amethyst. What did he expect? Food? Courtesy? Disney music?...
>>"God, yer such a girl."
"What does being a girl have to do with it?" she blinked. Atlantean men liked their nice clothes as much as women did.
>>"Clearly I wasn’t expecting that answer. Jewelry, maybe but fashion? Would have guessed you would have been more of an architecture fan. They look cool at least, but fashion… not that you don’t dress nice… I like yer dress.”
"Of course. It's a gorgeous dress." she nodded in agreement. All her dresses were gorgeous. "Even if I wasn't royalty, life is too short for mediocre dresses."
Especially when one was a stranger in a strange land.
>>”Er…Don’t think I know too much about that. Easier to cut into the cheaper clothes. Gotta tweak all ‘me clothes. Obvious reasons.”
She tilted her head, looking at his tail and wings. Did he just... cut holes in his outfits himself? That explained a lot.
>>”That different from home? Wet suits?”
"Different" she nodded "Some of it is the dreadful weather... but I think Americans manage to be outrageous and prudish about their clothing at the same time. It's kind of funny.... You really could use some better clothes, though. Cutting holes in shirts and pants... There are so many better ways to do it. See? Difference. In Atlantis, you'd be wearing a tunic, and your tail would not be a problem."
>>”Not really missing much, the Emerald Isle isn’t known for the food. Bland.”
"Why am I not surprised" Amethyst deadpanned. If not even nostalgia could make a cuisine better, then why should she ever be inspired to try it? Apparently, snacks were only one reason why Carrick joined the circus, though. The other being adventure, or constant change, or something like that. It didn't sound all that different from being a royal entertainer.
>>”Knife throwing one day, tightrope walking the next. Though, it was more cheating with the wings. Great fer balance. Sure, the cage and whip were a bit much but it was all part of the show.”
Amethyst tilted her head. She couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic about being caged and whipped. Was that a gorgon joke? Atlantean gorgons only got whipped when they committed something serious. Caged, only when they were a danger to others. That was totally reasonable. Also, Carrick as a youth could have been either.
But now they were in America, and as much as he fit the bill, Carrick refused to be referred to as a gorgon. Too bad Americans didn't really have a handy term for his kind. Physically mutated? That was a mouthful...
>>”Don’t bring preconceived notions ya get from other people. Always hard to live up to others expectations. Change can be good. Look, ya been here how long now? Got to be something that ya like about the place. Right? What’s yer favorite thing about the city.”
Amethyst considered the question. What did she like about New York? It was a lot. A lot to learn, a lot to discover, and a lot of annoying things for sure. But she was not actively hating it anymore.
"The fashion" she grinned, flipping her hair "People here dress in fascinating ways. I hear some of it is very expensive. And the jewelry is not bad either."
>>"Oh, bless you. Clearly doing gods work. Too many Gorgons?”
Amethyst rolled her eyes at the sarcasm. She could have explained that she was doing the opposite; that Atlantis wanted to avoid looking like gorgons were fleeing them in droves, and going to a school where they were accepted. A demigod from the royal line was there to prove that demigods could go to the USA too for good education. It was a show, but Americans loved their shows, especially if they featured foreign royalty.
>>”They do pretty good keeping me around. Hard to do with a short attention span... Wouldn’t say better. Different sure, better? Wouldn’t go that far. Clearly you’ve never had traditional Irish food.”
"Clearly I have never" she deadpanned, drinking her mead. If it had been that great, she would have heard about it by now.
>>”Ever have chili fries? When I was younger and me parents sent me here to school I got distracted with a circus, they served these Chili-fries. I ended up staying with them fer two years before going back to the school the folks sent me to.”
Amethyst blinked. The mention of the circus was not new, but the story was. Also, the concept of chili fries, whatever they were. The princess knew those words separately. Together, they sounded like an abomination. "You... joined the circus for snacks?"
And he was still offended by the concept of royal pets?
>>”I find it’s easier to be me ‘ere. Telling me you don’t like anything about this place?”
"Still considering it." she shrugged, looking around as if the bar represented the whole of America. It kind of did. "To people here, Atlantis is a myth. And also, the ancient past. I feel like I traveled to another time in history. I'm not sure it has progressed in a way we would have imagined... And I'm still waiting to see if all the great things people say about their country are actually true."
>>"Sadly, yer right. Next time I’ll read the fine print, love. Shame on me.”
Carrick might have gotten her to come out to some questionable bar and sing a questionable song, but he would not get t enjoy the same show twice. At least he gave up, for the time being. Amethyst asked him about singing instead. It seemed to come more naturally to him.
>>”That I do, not just songs from the kingdom of Disney mind you. I retell all kinds of songs. Some from home, some from here. All depends how many times I hear someone request it.”
This was not the first time he mentioned his home. Amethyst recognized him having a different accent than Americans, and also she'd heard him mention... Ireland?... but she was not educated enough to know the musical difference between the two places. Or how much someone could make from singing songs people requested.
>>”That’s the most boring way I get paid at least. Excuse me princess, I’m gonna fetch us another round before ya get too bored with me.”
"I should have thought of that sooner" she smirked as he walked away, leaving her wondering what the less boring ways of making money had been. He got more shots and more mead. Amethyst drank the shot; it burned more than anything she'd drunk on Atlantis, but it also gave her a buzz, and less of a care about people watching.
>>”Not often I go out to drink anymore. But tale as old as time. So do you have royal duties to perform round ‘ere or you just working on schooling?”
"Schooling is my royal duty" she frowned "I am representing Atlantis. And trying to prove that school of yours is appropriate for demigods. Although I'm not fully convinced yet. But here I am, being a... cultural ambassador." she shrugged "You think America is better than... other countries? Like yours? They seem to think so."
Someone had worked a gift to make them sing. Well, make the princess sing, anyway, as Carrick had been all too willing to participate on his own accord.
>>”Eh? Maybe… though I’m always a drink away from singing.”
They both got back to their drinks; Amethyst was coming to terms with what had just happened, glancing at the people at the nearby tables, but no one seemed to be paying much attention. She was not sure if she was annoyed by that or not.
>>”It’s pretty close to one of the kingdom of Disney’s greatest hits. We might have ad-libbed a bit.”
Kingdom of Disney, again. She was suspecting it was some kind of a running joke, but now it would have been to embarrassing to ask. That was probably what he was playing at. But really, how would she know a Disney song? It had to have been whoever used their gift.
>>”So, someone made ya sing. Does that mean I still getta hear you sing again?”
"No" she said sternly over her glass "We never agreed on the technicalities."
Like hell was she going to sing again.
>>”I mean, I could teach you another song of Disney, solid most of ‘em. Think I’ve played them all at least twice. What type of music you normally listen to?”
"I..." she blinked. "The entertaining kind?" She knew that listening to music meant something entirely different in America than it did in Atlantis. A lot of music sounded strange to her, along with the instruments people used to play it. "So, this is how you make your living? Singing Disney songs to people?"
Carrick bowed to the audience. She stood still, not sure what to do. As a princess, she would have never bowed in front of strangers; she had never been an entertainer before, and she was not even sure she was one now. She'd sung because some power compelled her to, but that didn't mwan she had to become a commonplace singer.
>>”Win what? Only gifts I used were me own. Sounds like you had some gifts of yer own.”
"I can sing. That doesn't mean I like to." she clarified, stepping off the stage without taking the hand he offered.
Melody was looking at the two of them, slowly shaking her head as she returned to serving the regular customers. She was a musical mutant, not a magician, after all.
>>”I just heard everyone sings here, didn’t know that’s what they meant. I’d almost take ya fer a professional with those notes ya hit, love. Now ya sang, congrats. Yer welcome.”
Amethyst rolled her eyes, taking a seat and a sip from her drink, glad that the bet had been fulfilled. At least if people sang here against their better judgment, she could not be at fault for it.
"So... someone used their gift to make us sing?" she glanced around "I didn't even know that song before..."
