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.
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Amethyst made a face. This assignment was not going well, and Carrick was doing everything in his power to distract her from it. Even making up wild things about princesses of Disney. She would not have been surprised to find out it was all in his head.
>>”Clearly you’re upbringing wasn’t as well rounded as you thought, the kingdom of Disney is well known even to a barbarian bastard gorgon like meself. Some would call them enchanted.”
Oh, it definitely had to be a joke. If such a kingdom existed, enchanted with gifted demigod princesses who talked to animals and sang, surely Atlantis would have diplomatic relations with them by now. Powerful kingdoms found each other like magnets.
Not that Carrick would be aware of any of that. Which was why he probably felt sure to make up stuff like this.
>>"Ever try talking to animals? Curious if all princess are blessed as the ones from Disney. and I’m not saying you do it well, everyone sings. Never sung a song in the shower? It counts. Squirrel up there, can try on him?”
"Why would I sing in the shower?..." she blinked, getting impatient with the whole thing "You want me to... what, talk to a squirrel? Why on earth would I do that?"
Amethyst frowned at that comment. There was more to it than that. He was unique, in a way that made her an important member of the royal family. More important than her siblings, or even her parents. It was not about the money her gemstones could make. Atlan must have seen her potential to become true royalty...
>>”Odd, always thought it was the kings daughter who was the princess. But then like ya said yer adopted.”
"Fostered." she sighed. Then again, did he have any idea about princesses at all?
>>”I know that sometimes they get locked away in towers, by evil mothers. They sing a lot and can talk to animals. Speaking a which where’s your animal sidekick? Hiding ‘em in the dress?”
"I have no idea what you are going on about." Was he losing his mind or something? Singing? Talking to animals?... Animal sidekick hiding in her dress?! Amethyst pulled her skirts closer around herself. Carrick was making less sense than usual.
>>”Ever here of Disney? Probably know more princess than you.”
Disney, again. She'd heard that one before.
"I don't know what royalty in this Disney is like" she huffed "But you know nothing about me. I don't talk to animals. Or keep them in my dress. And I most definitely don't sing."
Amethyst did not know much about gorgon families. Praxi refused to talk to her about the past, and most students at the school were not on chatty terms with royalty. Besides, if they ended up at the Mansion, they probably were not the best examples of families anyway.
>>”My father in’t the marrying type. Father was more of a town beast than anything. Mum was great though. Her Da had the wings I guess. Big in the churches. Then I have a bastard brother, who is the spitting image of Da.”
How quaint. He was a bastard. With wings in the family on his mother's side, and more bastards on the other. She wondered what that had been like, growing up. Whenever he had actually been younger, the first time around.
>>”Shouldn’t you be doing a fostering tree, then? Sure you’d get extra credit it on it. So techncalliy you aren’t the king’s daughter he just collected ya because of gems?”
"I told you, King Atlan was my uncle. I am the current queen's cousin. Keep up." she huffed, drawing more of her tree "And he didn't collect me. He fostered me, because I had a gift useful to the royal line."
>>”How’d yer father take it? Should I be calling ya princess?"
Father had not said anything. He felt honored. Or maybe relieved. Either or. Amethyst leveled a glare at Carrick.
"I am a princess. On the female line." she clarified with dignity "What do you even know about being a princess anyway?"
This was not the first, or the fifth, time Amethyst had drawn her family tree. They really came in handy when one was trying to memorize the entire royal line of succession. Carrick was drawing now too, munching on an apple. She couldn't see it, but she doubted he was doing it right.
>>”So bastards don’t get a tree? That mean I shouldn’t bother with this?”
"You're a bastard?" Amethyst glanced up. Why not? Gorgon, griffin, de-aged fly boy, bastard was not really going to make things worse.
>>”How many siblings you have?”
He dropped from the tree, landing next to her. Amethyst jumped, trying to pull her skirts out of the way as he landed. Leave it to him to make everything seem like a show.
"Four legitimate ones. Bastards..." she shrugged. Her father had been a popular man. "I was fostered by the king, though. Because of my gift. Fostering... is a whole other tree." she glanced over at his paper. "So... your father and mother, they were not married?... Did they have wings too?"
>>”Thorn bush? Like roses? Or Berries? Princess, ya flatter me.”
Like something that never gets off the ground.
Amethyst huffed, setting her things down in the grass, her dress pooling around her as she looked at the work sheet. The sooner they got this assignment done, the sooner she did not have to deal with the griffin anymore. "Sure. Exactly like roses."
>>”Maybe too easy? I still feel like we could really spice it up. Maybe fruit farmers?”
"You want to lie on you... hey!" she looked up at the whistle just in time to narrowly avoid being hit in the face with an apple. She caught it in the last moment, fumbling until it dropped into her lap, getting lost in the folds of her skirts. Carrick was already wiggling on up in the tree.
>>”So what kind of tree does royalty have?”
"A very complicated one." she said, opening her notebook and picking up a pen. "You see, King Atlan had younger brothers and sisters. We are only taking about legitimate ones here, because otherwise it would really get complicated, and bastards don't count in the succession anyway. So, here's me, and there's my mother, younger sister to the king, and my father. And here are my siblings. Again, the legitimate ones. And then here is my grandmother..."
Amethyst felt the rush of air behind her a moment before she heard the large wings flapping. She turned around in time to see Carrick taking off, despite her expressed statement not to. She was glad he was not a royal pet. He would have made a terrible pet of any kind.
>>”As long as it isn’t a willow tree.”
"Please. If anything, your family tree is probably some kind of a thorn bush."
Not everyone got elegant trees like royalty. Especially not when they kept flying around.
>>”What a day! Surprised you wanted to ditch class!”
"I am not ditching class. I am doing the assignment." Amethyst clarified, finding a place to sit in the shade of an apple tree. "Get your ass down here, fly boy. Let's start with yours, it should be easy."
>>”I’m a barbarian now? look at me multiclassing! Gorgon and a barbarian!”
One could definitely be both. Some gorgons managed to learn how to behave themselves in the company of demigods, but many of them indeed lived like barbarians. Not knowing their own family trees, not controlling their powers, rebelling against Atlantis... Amethyst shrugged as she followed. Carrick would qualify as a barbarian, for better or worse.
>>”Pretty sure I’m a mutt. Hard to imagine me a purebred eh?”
"Indeed." what did a purebred gorgon even look like? Was there such a thing? Powers were all unique, even the princess knew that; gods knew the Atlantean royal family tried to breed the most useful gifts, but with little actual success.
>>”Anyway, I’m not even sure what the first step of me starting this assignment would be. Not from around here, and anyone I can ask are either dead or dead to me... Might go for a fly right now actually.”
"Don't you dare" she gave him a look. They were supposed to do this assigment together, and she was not about to carry all the weight. "I will show you how to draw a family tree. It's not that difficult."
She headed for the gardens outside. It was a nice day, and she needed the fresh air after the confines of the classroom.
>>”Right, guess true art is never appreciated when the artist is alive.”
"We can help that" Amethyst muttered under her breath, but just then, the teacher distracted Carrick from the conversation. She did not, however, distract the tail, and it flicked at the princess' flowing dress again. She gave na irritated huff. Leave it to Fate to have her do an assignment with the stupid griffin and his stupid tail.
>>”Can I just make one up? Pretty good on the fly.... Right. I’ll regal the princess with me history that goes back… to… I don’t know… I’d call and ask me mum but she passed recently. Wounds are still there. I feel this assignment might bring up the feelings I had when she passed… can we.. I mean I be exempt from this assignment?”
Amethyst gave Carrick a bewildered look. Had his mother really passed, or was he saying something like that just to get out of homework?... Which one was the worse option of the two, anyway? The teacher seemed to have some experience with Carrick, however, because she gave no ground.
>>”Right, I was just fooling. I’m actually over me mum passing... No, most people don’t have a record keeper to handle all the history, Princess.... Right do you need to call daddy the king to get the info or do you know some of yers already?”
"First of all, King Atlan was not my father" Amethyst clarified with a huff "Second of all, yes, I do happen to know my family tree. I'm not a barbarian." She stood, picking up her things and the sheet on top "We might as well get this over with fast. It looks like you will need some help wrangling your pedigree..."
Great. Not only did she have to do an assignment (princesses didn't get assigned things, thank you), she had to do it with someone else. And hear all about their boring insignificant family members. Amethyst made a face, then glanced over at Carrick holding up a very crudely drawn image of... her.
"That is borderline insulting" she informed him.
>>”What’s everyone talking about?”
"We are talking about your first assignment, Carrick" the teacher passed by, handing out papers with detailed instructions "And since you and Princess Amethyst seem to be getting along on class time, you get to do this one together."
"Oh come on!" Amethyst protested, but no one way paying any attention to her. It was disturbing.
"Do people here really not... have family trees?" she wondered aloud. This assignment made no sense.
Carrick took a seat and appeared to be at least pretending to be a good student. That was a novel sight.
>>”Didn’t you already fail this class once. Har har. You’re right, but I’m going for a hat trick, figure I’d learn more this way.”
The princess was not sure what all this had to do with a hat he was not ever wearing, but shrugged it off. If he wanted to go through schooling twice, it was his right to do so. As long as he did not make her classes feel any more miserable.
>>”Sides, I get to learn alongside royalty. Can’t miss that chance eh?”
"Learn" Amethyst muttered with a sarcastic edge. He was doodling on his page, his tali flicking around and brushing against the edge of her dress more than once. Amethyst pulled on her skirt to move it out of the way. "Do you mind?"
The teacher went on about history being a personal topic, and people's ancestry being a part of the bigger picture. The princess sighed. Obviously. Her family was the entire history of Atlantis. They made history. She was not sure what any of these other people's families had anything to do with significant events, though.
"On that note, we will start this year off with an easy assignment. I'd like you to pair up, and help each other create your family trees..."
Amethyst was sitting in a classroom. With other people.
Normally she would not have gotten caught dead in a place like this, but the Queen had made it abundantly clear that participating in the ridiculous song and dance Americans liked to call education was a requirement for her getting back into Atlantean good graces. And maybe going home sooner. Learned in the ways of the Americans or whatever the hell they were going to teach in this class. Amethyst sulked, glaring daggers at the other students. The farther they sat from her the better. The teacher seemed exasperated already.
>>”Naw, love. Not dreaming. I missed yer lessons. Decided to do this all again.”
The princess turned at the familiar voice just in time to see the winged gorgon saunter in. She knew she'd have to take this class with other students, but him?! She groaned and turned away.
>>”No one wants to sit next to the Princess? No one? **** must be my unlucky day. Monday right? Fek. How've ya been, love?”
"Didn't you already fail this class once?" she shot back, folding her arms. She was wearing a flowing indigo dress accented with jewelry made of lapis lazuli and gold. At the front of the classroom the teacher began her introductions to the class, the syllabus, and something about genealogy.
American ideas of animal companions seemed... odd. And oddly scaled down. Why would anyone keep a mouse as a pet? Didn't they have those in their storage buildings anyway?
>>"Aww, it's a cute little mouse. You know, there's one or two of those Disney princesses who sing to mice and birds. Maybe that's something you can do,"
Amethyst wondered where Disney was. Atlantis did not have diplomatic relations with that place yet. If it really was full of royalty singing to critters, maybe it was for the better.
>>"No shedding, containment unit friendly. That might work! A bird would indeed perch. They also like to preen and demand attention. Might remind me of someone a bit too much."
Amethyst rolled her eyes, but her silent sarcasm was lost on the goop girl who seemed to be suddenly attracted by a small rock.
>>"This one. I want this one. I love him."
"Those are delicious" Amethyst nodded approvingly. The turtle looked smaller than the sea turtles she knew from Atlantis, but the fact remained, they were a staple of marine cuisine in her culture. For royalty, anyway.
"I can do whatever I want" Amethyst smiled. She really couldn't, not when at court, but such small things as spitting gemstones were not going to register in her current position as ambassador. Especially since everyone at the Mansion seemed to regard her as an exchange student instead.
>>”No, you dropped that one. I mean, sure ya can make more, won’t stop ya. Just pointing it out in case it was important. That’s two stones you didn’t mention. Thought it was just rubies.”
Amethyst noted the look Carrick was giving the stones. It was almost feline. He liked shiny things, clearly. Gorgons didn't have many of those in her experience, it made sense that they were fascinated. The princess dropped the gem next to the other one.
"Royalty has secrets" she noted, before turning to head back inside the building "Happy nesting, griffin boy."
He might have been annoying and brash, but at least the Mansion would be less boring with him around.
It was good to be back on solid ground. Amethyst was sure the gor... Carrick was proud of himself for getting the jump on royalty, and her reactions to being flown up into the air by an untrustworthy person did not help either. Right now, if she had to choose, she would have been sure she never wanted to fly outside of an airplane again.
>>”Give it a day love, you’ll be dreaming about flying I’m sure. The second one will be far nicer, princess.”
He bowed and she huffed; the kind of bow he did had nothing to do with Atlantean etiquette, but she did not expect him to know that much. She did notice, however, how his eyes followed the shiny drop of opal that landed at her feet. Polite or not, the griffins seemed to have a distinctly feline affection for shiny objects.
>>”You dropped a stone.”
"Oh" she noted with innocent eyes. Twisting her lips, she spat into her hand, her saliva crystallizing into a small, shiny piece of sapphire. She held it up between her index and middle finger, glinting in the sun "You mean like this?"
Amethyst took another look at the small creatures in the shop's interior through the window. None of them seemed particularly attractive or exotic. Why would someone want to keep a... "is that a mouse?..."
>>"I'm here for an animal companion. The room is just me, and since I'm not... super keen on a roommate, I figured a pet was the right choice."
Amethyst was not keen on a roommate either. She imagined the goop gorgon would not be, since her unique presence would probably breed a whole lot of conflict in a small living place. And by the gods, the Mansion rooms were tiny.
>>"I think you should get one too, even if I'm not sure a living being deserves to be left in your care."
Amethyst rolled her eyes. The fact that she was not sure if she even wanted to care for a living being was suddenly beside the point. "Oh, like you would naturally do better?"
>>"Either way, I would not mind help picking a companion out. Felines are fine, but... I think I'd like to avoid a creature that sheds for obvious reasons."
Amethyst smirked as she walked into the shop with Praxi. She wondered how the owners would feel like about a mutant visiting their animal shop. A shopkeeper in Atlantis would not put it beyond gorgons that they would be looking for food in such a place... The princess observed the various creatures around them. "Reptilian, maybe?... I'd advise against birds since they like to... perch." she noted, giving a sideways glance at Praxi's translucent surface.
