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.
Carrick joined her on stage to sing together; their voices blended nicely, and the song found a way to fit the lyrics next to each other. Amethyst did not expect to be singing like this with him, no matter how she tried, the sass she wanted to throw his way ebbed away and gave way to the excitement of singing like this, on stage, in front of an audience. They were good. The princess would have preferred it if she had been good all on her own, but she would take what she could get.
I'm like a shooting star I've come so far I can't go back to where I used to be
Atlantis. She could have stayed in Atlantis, she would have stayed if she had the chance, and never come here to live in this strange place in the school full of awkward gorgons. And now, even if she did, she would be a different person. How annoying.
Every place a surprise A place that others know better I might as well go anywhere There's time to spare Since I'm stuck in this strange new world with you...
>>”A strange new world. That’s what you’ll see. It’ll be a blast, for you and me….”
"... for you and me"
The song faded out. Amethyst held Carrick's gaze; maybe the duet was not what she'd expected, but she sure as hell was not going to let him win a damn song. The lights shifted again, and people seemed to come out of their daze, applauding enthusiastically. Someone even whistled. As the music faded out, Amethyst was slowly realizing what had just happened. That could not just be the heat of the moment, right? It had to be someone's gift...
"This doesn't mean you win" she clarified, raising her chin. "You didn't say anything about using gifts..."
Amethyst was not sure about this strange new world at all. Carrick seemed to be enjoying the singing, and she found that if she let her voice go, it would find the tune and the words by itself. It was inexplicable, and she suspected had to do with someone's gift, but swept up in the moment, she could not stop and puzzle it out. Especially when Carrick was winking at her like he felt he had been right all along.
"Unbelievable sights Inexplicable people Gorgons, humans, and demigods hurrying Through a city that never sleeps"
The light was on her, so she stepped up to the stage. She kept her eyes on Carrick; he was the one who'd started all this, and since the rest of the audience was outside the light, she really couldn't have seen them even if she cared. For once, her thoughts and feelings tumbled out in words about the strange place her cousin had sent her to. She was sure she'd have plenty of time to regret it later
"A strange new world... A thousand things to understand..."
The music was carrying the both of them, and Carrick was happily along for the ride, singing as he smirked at her, pulling her out of her chair and twirling around. It was a different kind of singing, a different kind of dancing than what she was used to from Atlantis, but with the music and the lights, it somehow... felt natural.
>>”It’s a different world. You should see it from me point of view, there’s no one to tell me ‘no’ or where I can’t go... or say we don’t belong here.”
Was it? A different world, from her home, from her culture, from all that she was used to an accepted as normal. Here she was in a bar, surrounded by strangers, for the first time a mutant from a foreign country and not royalty in her own right, singing along with a gorgon out of all people. And an annoying one at that. And yet, the music was carrying her too, and as Carrick took a seat, she took over without thinking about it.
"A strange new world A confusing place I never knew But when I'm way out here It's becoming clear That I have to share this strange new world with you..."
It was a challenge, in a way. He thought this place was great, and somehow seemed to think he could convince her to like it. Well, he had his work cut out for him. Amethyst raised her chin and smirked back at him.
>>”It was a bet, and I won. You never said where you wanted to sing so I figure it’d be my choice and seeing as you’ve never done it before I thought this was an appropriate setting.”
"Oh, please. You just picked the place that would be the most embarrassing" Amethyst shot back, rolling her eyes. The stage was quiet at the moment; she knew she would have to go up there eventually. The lights dimmed and changed somehow... and ambient music filled the air. Amethyst blinked. Maybe singing was not as hard as she'd thought...?
>>”I can show you some fun…”
Well, Carrick was singing now. He had a nice voice, all things considered, but he seemed a bit... surprised? Was he playing some kind of a game with her?
>>”yer shiney, ya shimmer and full of sass. Now tell me princess, When did you last let yer heart decide. You should open yer eyes, check the cites wonders. Bright lights, tall buildings and of course all the hot dog vendors!”
Amethyst forgot about her part in all this for a moment as Carrick went down on one knee. Not that it was new to her to see a person kneeling, but she sure did not expect that from the griffin. He was singing with enthusiasm, and a glint of mischief in his eyes. Amethyst did not know the song... but she felt the tune resonate within her anyway, and she had an inexplicable sense that she could sing to it if she wanted to. The lights turned unreal and colorful around them, and everything else in the audience just... melted into the background.
Carrick did not seem like a person who would have a following. He was a gorgon, for one, and while Amethyst knew they were better off in America (hence, so many Atlantean gorgons coming here), people were not exactly all open and friendly with them, even in New York City. But indeed, some of them recognized the griffin. Go figure.
>>”Aye, no king and queens famous but few circles do follow me. Don’t act so surprised, love.”
Amethyst huffed, and sipped her drink, suggesting that he might want to go sing himself, if his fans were already in the audience. Wouldn't that just be better for everyone? Mostly her?
>>”I could. Don’t want to intimidate ya if yer gonna follow my act. People do pay to hear me sing.”
And I would pay you to shut up.
>>”and no, they probably don’t know any but that shouldn’t matter too much. Long as you give them the… Passion! Long as you seem to enjoy yerself people tend to enjoy the show. Just don’t embarrass too much Ames. Don’t want ya hurting my reputation here.”
Amethyst openly glared at him now.
"I am certainly not giving these random people any kind of... passion." she stated, wrinkling her nose "And if you are sensitive about your reputation, you should have thought of that before you dragged me out here against my will..."
Unbeknownst to both of them, this was the moment when Melody decided that the scene unfolding under her careful gaze deserved an intervention. The bartender mutant did not often do such things without consideration, but something about the banter between the winged boy and the outrageously well dressed girl just piqued her curiosity. Whatever they had to say to each other, she reasoned with herself, they can surely say it better in song. Since they were already arguing about singing anyway.
With a subtle surge of her innate musical powers, Melody reached out to the pair of them. Someone was just getting off the stage, and no one had gone on after them yet. The light changed, and the air suddenly filled with ambient music. Melody smiled, leaning against the bar. This should be fun...
>>”Love, I have fun humiliating everyone. The fact that yer royalty is just Icing on the cake.”
It was not all that surprising to hear that from him. She did enjoy this a whole lot, and it must have been very satisfying to win a bet over a royal princess. Especially one involving family trees. Carrick seemed like the kind of person to get a kick out of getting back at royalty. It was probably a gorgon thing, too.
>>”And hope ya don’t mind the nickname, Ames. Not sure ya want everyone knowing yer royalty. People could get weird, hard enough when yer as famous as me round these parts.”
"You? Famous?" she quirked an eyebrow at him, then glanced around. They were getting some attention, no wonder, with the wings and the dress and all. But him, famous? Was it because he had wings, or did that just make him easier to spot?
>>”It’s a cures really. being this popular. I’m sure they heard me sing before. Any idea’s on what yer gonna sing? Feeling the swift? Or something more of a classic? Awww, Can’t wait! I can sing back up if ya need.”
"If you like singing so much, maybe you should go ahead" she shot back, still nursing her drink "Give people what they want to hear. I doubt any of them know any Atlantean songs."
The seats were small and the tables cramped around the stage. The music was... medium at best. Amethyst pulled her dress tighter around herself, already feeling grimy from the beer-scented air. People were still looking at her; she was dressed as someone going to a gala, rather than a bar. Carrick, on his part, felt right at home, even with the wings and the tail.
>>”Awww, glad I could take ya out for yer first. Doubt any bar trip after this will live up to it. I’m a pretty big inta having a good time, defiantly a night out ya won’t forget I’m sure. While I know a decent bit of of bars n’ pubs this is me first time here as well. Get ready fer a night you’ll never forget Amey.”
"That's not my name" she pointed out, mostly to herself since the fly boy was already on his way to the bar to get drinks. Amethyst folded her arms and glared at the stage, wishing she could make it go away. These people were clearly not cultured enough to handle an Atlantean princess singing to them.
Carrick returned with a whole lot of drinks. The bartender was following him with her gaze. Amethyst gave a suspicious glance at the glasses.
>>”Don’t know why anyone drinks this stuff. I’m excited fer ya!”
"You are having way too much fun with trying to humiliate me" the princess pointed out, taking a small sip of the mead. It was not what she'd expected; mead was something they drank on occasion in Atlantes, but honey wine was a whole other level. Not that she'd expected Americans to know that.
Carrick was having way, way too much fun with all of this. Amethyst smoothed her skirts down. She had not spent much time outside the Mansion yet; she felt obviously out of place and somehow invisible at the very same time. Her dress was on a higher level than any of the outfits inside the bar. At least Carrick got to back in her presence.
>>”What you a sore loser, Amey? It’s gonna be a gas love! I’m excited to hear ya sing fer the first time. First American bar?”
"First bar of any kind" she wrinkled her nose as she looked around. Americans drunk in places like this? This was a far cry from the feasts and parties of Atlantis.
>>”Right not a date, but I can still say you look great, right?”
She rolled her eyes. Again, too much fun with this. His wings got some looks, as did her jewelry, but in the end, everyone seemed to be paying attention to the music going on. Including the young woman behind the bar, who was keeping an eye on everything with an attitude of authority. Was she the owner...?
>>”Oh look at that, a table near the stage an a bar. Fancy a drink? First one is my treat even though you lost the bet.”
"I doubt they serve honey wine" Amethyst noted, taking a seat. She could feel the eyes of the bartender woman on her. It was a look of curiosity. "Just... try to get something drinkable."
Gods, did he really expect her to go up on that stage and sing in front of people?...
The American education system was more disastrous than she'd ever imagined. This would have never happened in Atlantis. There was no way in Tartarus that a gorgon's lazily sketched family rose bush would deserve more credit than her royal family tree. The teacher must have had unfair biases. Maybe she secretly hated Atlanteans. That was just... not just. Especially because it lost the princess a very silly bet.
Royalty did not go back on her word. It was a rule she'd learned early and learned well. As silly as the whole thing was, Carrick was intent on holding her to it, and she was not going to let him see her back out. So, on this Friday evening, the princess put on one of her many flowing dresses - saffron, with dark garnet and copper jewelry - and got into a taxi to go downtown. The griffin had offered to fly her, but that would have been adding insult to injury. This way, at least she could make a decent entrance, emerging rom the taxi.
>>”There she is. Glad you could make it fer our date love!”
"Just because you keep calling it a date doesn't make it so" she told him, wrinkling her nose at the smell of the cigarette, and the bar in general. It looked like a small, simple bar, but on Fridays everything was more lively than usual. "Let's just get this over with."
>>”That’s a bummer. Here I am just adding to the problem. Why does Atlantis care what goes on in New York anyways? Don’t they have other places to worry about? Maybe closer to home?”
"Diplomacy. One day I'll explain it to you."
It really was that, diplomatic relations with the rest of the world, since Atlantis had resurfaced and was now in need of resources. And good will. Under Atlan, they would have dictated the terms... but not anymore. So, Amethyst was here, doing representational duty. And making bets with gorgons.
>>”At least make it difficult for me love. Some cover at least, better some of the ****holes I slept in before. When I was with the circus we slept on open boxcars. I drew the short straw on occasion and had the ones next to the animals. Flies.”
"I am thoroughly impressed by your expertise on dirt." she deadpanned. Of course he had been with a circus. And he was still annoyed by the idea of being a royal pet? At least royal pets didn't get fleas.
>>”Right we good then? Ready to go back and lose the bet?”
"Sure." she smirked, heading back to the building. "May the better family tree win."
Amethyst did miss Atlantis. It was her home, and it was an extraordinary home, a place the rest of the world thought of as a legend. She realized she wanted to go back, even if she was not very fond of her cousin being the queen.
>>”I bet. No classes with no royalty. What would you do all day?”
"What wouldn't I do?" she chuckled. Gorgons had such strange ideas about royalty. Like, the fact that lounging around was boring. Whoever thought that didn't know how to lounge properly.
>>”Any idea how long yer staying here? Got to be madding.”
"Until further notice" she sighed "Or at least... what is it? Until I graduate. There has to be a demigod representative here, to... show that this place is not just for gorgons."
>>”That’s a lot of branches.”
"It is what an excellent assignment looks like" she noted with a smirk, and got up, carefully holding the sheet of paper "But don't worry. I'm sure you will get points for effort. And when I win this bet of yours... you will get to sleep in this three for a week."
>>”Oh? Tell that to the pub he destroyed when his team lost the match of ’92. Those poor souls.”
Amethyst quirked an eyebrow. Alright, so maybe anger was a mutation. She looked Carrick up and down. He was not exactly super muscular, but he did have the wings and the teeth and the tail, and he looked like he could do some damage if he was angered. Was he like his father? It was hard to imagine him destroying a pub. But it was also not outside the realm of possibility.
>>”Similar to Da, gets angry bigger and hairier. Hard to believe I’m the least barbarian of the O’Conner men. Mom got one of her wishes though.”
"Hard to believe." she echoed with a smirk. 'Least barbarian' was still plenty barbarian in her book. Even if he didn't go around destroying pubs.
>>”Ever miss them?”
"My siblings?..." he shrugged "Not really? We didn't spend much time together. But I do miss Atlantis."
The powers of Amethyst's parents never really amounted to anything, not in the way Atlantis tended to value natural gifts. Sure, her father made the most of his eternal youth, but he did not pass it on to any of his children. And her mother did even less. Other than making said children.
>>”Well you wouldn’t… if yer color blind. No, I’m sure both of them found them useful fer something. Were they pranksters? Yer mother? Bet she had a gas messing with people.”
"My mother was sister to the king. She didn't prank people" she pointed out with dignity. Maybe his did. She would not have been surprised.
>>”Ehhh… Mom… was human. Got the wings from me Gramps. Though, she always seemed when I was getting in ta it with someone or about to do something I shouldn’t.”
A human mother and a gorgon grandfather somehow had a gorgon fly boy. The wings seemed to have skipped a generation. Well, at least he did have something interesting in his family tree. Amethyst was starting to get the feeling that he had not been lying about losing his mother, though. He almost looked... sad?
>>”Da’s power’s… he just gets angry. Hell of a drinker though.”
"That's not a power" she noted, not sure what else to say. She was not expected to deal with gorgon family issues, was she? Angry and drunk fathers were something she'd heard about... her father was just mostly absent, even before she was fostered by the king. It seemed like Carrick had no love lost for the man either.
>>”Siblings? I mean the ones ya liked?”
Amethyst shrugged. "They were... young, when I was sent to be fostered in the king's palace. There were other cousins there, like... the current queen. In Atlantis, fostering depends on how valuable your gift is to the throne and the king. Mine was deemed useful. My siblings had less useful gifts. Like my parents. I think one of my sister does something with roses." she shrugged "Does your brother have wings too?"
She said it as a jab, but Carrick seemed to serious consider the possibility of a bet. As if he would ever get a better grade than her. And even if he did, which he was not going to, she was not sure she would be willing to sing. Singing was for entertainers, musicians invited to lighten the mood at palace parties. Not for princesses.
>>”No fun. Wonder if that should be more or less motivation for me to do better.”
Amethyst shrugged, and returned to working on her own family tree. She knew it in her head, she just needed to put it down. Not hard work, really. Sure, it was hard to find space on the sheet for all the relations, but it was not her fault that the teacher expected more pedestrian families, was it?
The quiet did not last long.
>>”Right, I’m bored. What kind of powers did yer parents have?”
Amethyst looked up at the griffin boy sprawled out in the grass. He did look bored. "My father can manipulate his own age... he is basically young forever as long as he wants to be. My mother can change the color of things. No one ever thought her gift was very useful." she shrugged "How about yours?"
Fly boy seemed very intent on this strange idea of one singing to herself in the shower. Was that a cultural thing? Or just a griffin thing?...
>>”Why not? What else would you do in the shower? Every shower has some of the best acoustics. Really lets yer voice carry. Get out of here with that. Yer pulling me tail.”
"Why shower when you can take a bath?" she shot back. In Atlantis, she usually took long and luxurious baths, sometimes in hot mineral springs, and sometimes in the royal bathhouses, in scented pools with elegant tiles. In neither case did she sing, or feel the need to sing.
>>”And to prove that not only the princess’s from Disney can speak to animals. Surely you have a better kingdom.”
Amethyst rolled her eyes. Speaking to animals was not her gift. Gemstones were. She eyed the squirrel, but did not take the bait.
>>”Have you got something better to do? Bet I get a better grade on it anyways.”
Amethyst scoffed with utter disdain. Right, the gorgon was going to get a better grade on his family bush assignment than a purebred princess. Sure. She smirked at him over her notes.
"Sure. You know what, if you get a better grade, I'll sing. Not until then. Both are equally likely."
