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.
The gryphon did not seem impressed with her title of Atlantean royalty. He was clearly not Atlantean himself.
>>”Oh a princess! A princess with a sweet tooth aye? That or a prince must have dumped you, careful it could ruin yer figure.”
Amethyst blinked. What on earth did sweets have to do with princes... dumping someone? "I don't get... dumped." she stated defiantly. Whatever that meant. And her figure was fine, thank you very much.
>>”Ireland, obviously.”
It wasn't obvious at all, but the princess figured it had something to do with his accent. She wondered if anyone knew who he was. He was moving back in, which meant he had been a student at some point.
>>”Oh them too? Well, perfect for me then. Kitchen still that way? Well if no one is going to show me around or kick me out might as well fend for meself right?”
He headed to the kitchen, and Amethyst followed. Mostly out of curiosity. She halfway hoped he'd cause some kind of trouble, just to prove her point that security at the school was abysmal. Maybe then they'd take her back home to Atlantis. She took another spoonful of ice cream, watching him. "You used to be a student here, then?"
The man was carrying a guitar and looked like he was from some kind of a variety show, so it made sense that she'd make an assumption when he announced himself like that. Amethyst caught sight of a feline tail behind him.
>>”Really!?!? Gig was supposed to start an hour ago. Never said I was here for you. Assumed you were part of the show, playing the buzz kill.”
Amethyst, in general, was still very much not used to gorgons with an attitude. She scoffed at the suggestion that she'd be a part of any kind of show.
>>”Carrick O’Conner, also know as the great Gryphon.”
Well, at least he had a gorgon-appropriate name.
>>”Who they have here running the show now? Looking to move back in for a bit while between jobs. You don’t look like someone who is in charge though…”
"I'm Princess Amethyst from Atlantis" she clarified, looking up at him. He was several inches taller, which was annoying "And your guess is as good as mine. There doesn't seem to be a lot of discipline around here these days. Probably because a lot of the staff went back to being children."
>>"As the resident seer of all relationships, I agree that you're out too on that one. You have plenty of relationships, I think you should have clarified what type."
There was a display of... colorful strings? Amethyst blinked. That was an interesting gift. Were those... relationships? She blinked again, shaking her head. Maybe she was getting a little tipsy.
>>"Ouch, two in a row! Dude, Princess, I'm going to have to take you out for a Hamburger sometime. It's definitely something everybody should try at least once!"
The ham burger thing was a hit. Amethyst grinned as the other drank. She heard people mention ham burgers before, Sam among them, so it was only a matter of time before she got to see what all the hoopla was about. In the meantime, she was learning a lot about drinking games of a different kind. And her traveling companions.
>>"Uh... never have I ever... Went to a dance."
Amethyst drank and put a finger down. She lost count of her fingers a while ago, but at least she was learning the game. And she loved dancing.
>>"Never have I ever been drunk."
"I feel that is not fair. You started this game." Amethyst pointed out, drinking again. She felt a pang of guilt about the girl who had all the relationship strings, but none returned. She was young even by Atlantean standards. She still had time.
>>”However you girls can never say you never been to Hawaii. I’m walking the yellow brick road , gonna get Cora a dress, Juniper to a dance, the princess a burger and me a buzz. I’m sure the wizard has something for you to.”
They were getting close to the island. Amethyst turned in her seat to look out the windows. The sight of endless ocean and island greenery was familiar to her, at least. Even if the rest wasn't. "Wizard? You have wizards here?"
After a few months spent at Xavier's, with one exciting clandestine trip to Hawaii, Amethyst was beginning to realize that the rules were not nearly as strict around her as she had been told. Not legally, and not socially, really. She was old enough to do things without supervision, by American standards, and honestly, she could get away with most scandalous behavior. It was almost as if no one at the school gave an onyx about her being an ambassador of Atlantis.
Sam, on the other hand, was suddenly old. Amethyst did not want to keep an old concubine. Besides, he had other interests now, and why that did not bother the princess, she understood that Americans were particular about their cute little monogamous ways. Soulmates, and whatnot.
One thing Americans did right, though: ice cream. Lovely, lovely ice cream. The Atlantean princess was on her way across the foyer with a whole box of it, licking a spoon as she floated in a light saffron-colored dress, when the front door banged open.
>>”Ladies n’ gentleman! Let the show begin!”
Amethyst stared at the gorgon for a long minute, spoon still in her mouth. Was the circus in town? Was this how they usually announced themselves?
"I didn't order any entertainment" she clarified, looking him over. "You should ask the staff before you put up a tent."
Amethyst was no stranger to court intrigue and inter-personal drama, but it was strange to her to be glared at by strangers just because they assumed she was a mutant. She didn't even have any visible mutations! It wasn't like she was a gorgon or anything.
>>”It’s not like you have a specific problem with Gorgons, right? And I don’t leave stains. I’m too thick to seep into things, thanks.”
Oh, Amethyst had many specific problems with gorgons. Usually, they were specific to the person. In this case, she was irked by the way Praxi seemed intent on carrying her gems around inside her jelly body. That was a terrible way to wear anything.
Praxi ventured to ask the younger couple why they had helped, and they stated that they were not mutants, just bystanders who did not like cruelty. Amethyst gave Praxi a knowing smirk. See? Humans. Nice and helpful humans.
They rode the rest of the way to their stop without incident. Of course Amethyst only knew it was their stop when Praxi indicated that they should get off the bus. The princess stepped daintily off the smelling vehicle, and looked around suspiciously, gathering her skirts.
Amethyst was hoping someone would explain the statements and the drinking. Otherwise, she was at a serious disadvantage in this game. Even though she had a drink that would last her a while. Juniper came to the rescue.
>>"It's a game that people use to sorta get to know each other better with, but also poke fun at others for things they have or haven't done. I've never flown a jet before, but Sam has. So I take a drink and put a finger down. If I had actually flown a jet, I wouldn't have too. The last person with a finger still up is the winner."
"Oh." Alright, this was not too complicated. Sam said he'd never flown a jet, which was a lie. But if it was true for her, she'd have to drink. Amethyst drank, and put a finger down, mimicking Juniper.
>>"You can also target people specifically if your know them well enough. Like this; Never have I ever survived a bullet to the head."
Amethyst blinked. That could not be right... could it? Did Juniper really survive being shot in the head? Intriguing. She was suddenly more curious about her.
Right. Drinking. One more finger down.
>>"Never have I ever worn a dress."
The statements were confusing. Amethyst had to walk her brain through the idea of true or false. Threads said she had never worn a dress, which had to be a lie for her. It was also a lie for Amethyst, who was wearing a dress right now. So, she didn't drink. The little girl did. Amethyst was beginning to realize that the negative statements were tripping her up in this game.
>>"Never have I ever been in a relationship."
"Define relationship" Amethyst noted. She had had relationships of various kinds with different people.
>>”Your up princess.”
Amethyst had taken drinks randomly at this point, and was not sure she was getting the rules right, but in the end the whole game was about drinking and joking. That language was universal. She was vaguely aware that she had to state something she'd never done, but the others have.
Oh, there was a problem. Princess Amethyst was sitting on foul-smelling American public transport with a gorgon, and she was being stared at by peasants.
>>“The mutie’s the one with the staring problem.”
The princess' eyes flashed. She knew that word now, it did not take long in the US to learn that was a slur used to all gifted people, demigods and gorgons alike. Which was, frankly, insulting in itself. The young man seemed to be on their side in this argument which was mildly confusing. Didn't Praxi imply all humans were horrible?
Talking about the goop gorgon, Praxi formed herself back into some kind of an anthropomorphic shape out of sheer displeasure.
>>”Excuse you, but Amethyst has no problem with staring, and especially glaring. Plus you were staring first, skyrva.”
Amethyst blinked at the word, then bit back a laugh.
>>“Oh, it talks for some reason,”
>>“I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to ask you to be respectful of these young women or get off the bus. I won’t be dealing with discrimination on my nice ride downtown.”
Amethyst looked between the young man, the older couple, Praxi, and the driver. The bus pulled up to a stop, and the mutant-haters got off with the last shreds of their dignity. The princess looked at the gorgon, raising an eyebrow. Maybe not all humans were so scary to mutants after all?
"Why did they even do that? They did not seem to have... any specific problem with us?... Other than you leaving stains on the seat, probably."
The music started, and the jet seemed to be flying mostly by itself. The alcohol was not great, but Amethyst was happy to be drinking, and getting some entertainment at her concubine's expense. Some of the others seemed a bit awkward. Maybe it was because they were in the presence of two women of nobility?...
>>"That is true. It would be a problem, if I wasn't the oldest person here."
Oh. So she was some kind of a mutant, then. Made sense, given that they all just escaped from Xavier's. Amethyst was relieved that they were not carrying a child along.
>>"Hey, anybody wanna play a drinking game?! Anybody up for Never have I ever?"
>>"Hell yes, queen! I'll go first! Never have I ever bumped uglies with Frosty the Ho Man."
"Wait, what is this game?" Amethyst glanced around. She was not familiar with the rules. She knew drinking games like kottabos and improvising naughty poetry, but this one, she was not sure about. "Also... bumped uglies? Is that a game?"
>>”Never have I ever not flown a jet before.”
He clearly had. He was doing it right now. So... this was a lying game?
>>"I don't need assistance, thank you. I have a feeling getting involved with you, and him, is a few too many threads to tangle."
"Threads?..." Amethyts muttered, a little confused. Was that supposed to be a metaphor? As far as she was concerned, things were pretty clear cut: she was royalty, and she was entertaining Sam as a concubine. If this woman was also interested in his services, she was not going to keep her from it. Then again, Americans made sexual things so overly complicated...
>>"Yup, Dirty man hoes are a staple in our society. How else would we populate bars and clubs with people to annoy women trying to have a good time?"
Amethyst was slowly beginning to understand what a dirty man ho was. She was still not sure it applied to Sam, though. But she gave up arguing the point.
>>"Nice! Tater, why didn't you tell me our limo had drink service!... I can open it for you if you want!"
The little girl opened a drink with her little teeth. Amethyst accepted her offer and got herself a sweet-tasting drink. Not quite Atlantean wine, but adequate anyway.
>>"Yes... I can feel it. This is where the party starts. Ho Cone! Strip for us!"
"I though American children had a... drinking age?" Amethyst ventured. As far as she'd been informed, she was under said age as well. Atlantis had no such rules, and as a royal ambassador, she decided she was above them anyway.
Appreciating aesthetic anatomy, however, was definitely ageless.
>>”If I strip now, you won’t appreciate the beach body. Won’t leave anything to the imagination. Let’s get this party started! DJ Juni, spin that track… again. No country, I swear I will turn this jet around.”
"Am I supposed to imagine something other than I we already seen? Because I am getting the idea that other than the heiress here, we all have already seen that body."
There was a brief debate about something called Disney, which apparently had something to do with Hawaii, but then the blonde named Juniper was called away to the back, and Amethyst was distracted by inquiring about the status of the two other adult women.
The lady driving the jet sounded amused by the idea of having Sam as a concubine.
>>”He wishes! I don’t bed as easily as you Atlanteans apparently do!”
Oh. Cultural differences. Amethyst kept forgetting about them.
"Oh. Do you need help with that? He really is quite accomplished."
>>"I don't really know Mr. SnowCone, Reading some of the context in this lovely floating box, I'ma guess that he's just a dirty dirty man ho. So yes, something like that."
"Dirty man ho?" the princess arched an eyebrow. That did not sound like a concubine. Concubines were expected to maintain decent personal hygiene. She glanced towards Sam, who was on his way back, with a box full of what looked like liquor. "Drinks! Yes, please."
Everyone seemed excited about their collective outing to Hawaii. Amethyst only knew Sam, and was suspicious about the others, but the whole thing still beat staying alone in the Mansion while her concubine went to a tropical island in the company of other women. Not that she was jealous. Concubines were allowed to have their own relations, as long as they kept their priorities straight. And yes, the two other adults were, as the child pointed out, also attractive.
>>"I don't always surround myself with greasy old dudes, Blondie. I run into absurdly attractive people just about every time I turn a corner. The one flying the jet is Sam. He's pretty cool."
Alright, so not all of them knew each other either. That made Amethyst feel better. For once, she was not the only newcomer to the party.
>>"Oh, man... Can we make Hunchback our in flight movie, Tater? We gotta learn this chick some culture."
The child spoke some weird language akin to English. Oh well. Amethyst turned her attention to the blonde.
>>"Nice to meet you, i'm Juniper. Shouldn't be any fighting or anything where we're going. Just a nice, relaxing get away... Well, unless Sam wants to like, wrestle a shark or something."
>>"EllaLouise Gartner, heiress of the Gartner fortune. Bad Bi$#h extraordinaire. If he wrestles a shark, I demand he does it in a speedo."
Amethyst was still not sure about the language, but at least the child sounded like she was nobility, even if not royalty. And heiress. That explained why she would be traveling in adult company. Amethyst wondered what a speedo was, but Sam was not in a helpful mood.
>>”Sure thing duchess. Turning off the cold.”
The ice disappeared. Sam still looked uncomfortable. He walked to the back of the jet with Juniper, leaving the flight to the other woman. Amethyst, left with the strange-tongued child, leaned over.
"So... how are you acquainted with Sam? You and Juniper and... her?" she nodded at the woman in the pilot's seat "Is he also their concubine?"
Three more people boarded the plane. Other passengers. Amethyst had seen at least one of them around before, but never really paid attention. Sam obviously knew them, and they were in on the plan. Suddenly, this seemed like a group trip, and not a getaway with her admirable concubine.
>>"Everybody buckle up! Hawaii here we come!"
"Hawaii?" Amethyst arched an eyebrow. She knew the name of the place; Americans often compared it to Atlantis, although she was not sure how close the comparison was.
The first two girls did not pay much attention to the princess, other than glances, which miffed her. The third passenger... was a child. Not the other child, but a new child.
>> "Oh, #@$%, we gonna hafta fight a disney villain, now?"
A very foul mouthed child. Also, what was a disney villain?
"I am fighting no such thing. Sam can fight things if he wants to."
>>"Who the @#$% are all of these people, Tate? They're all hot. It's depressing."
Sam seemed occupied with flying the jet, and also having some kind of a weird conversation with one of the girls who sat next to him. The air got chilly. Amethyst huffed.
"Sam, be a dear, and warm us up, would you?" she called ahead, before turning her attention to the foul-mouthed child. She extended a hand cautiously. "Princess Amethyst of Atlantis."
>>”Do I really need any introductions? And no I don’t want to meet your cousin. Flattered though, doubt Id mesh well with royalty.”
"Not even royalty meshes well with royalty" Amethyst noted as they hurried along. There was a sense of exhilaration as she wondered where they were going in such a hurry. Was Sam on the run from something? Were they in trouble? She hoped they were in trouble. Being at the Mansion was starting to get boring, and the princess had a mind to not be a good little ambassador anymore.
>>”Flying somewhere not Atlantis.”
"Good." they got to the hanger where the X-men kept their jet. Sam took out the cameras, which meant they were definitely doing something they were not supposed to do. Fun! They got on board and the princess placed her bag in a compartment before taking a seat.
>>”Just waiting on the rest of the passengers, sadly there will be no inflight movies. However inflight entertainment will be provided.”
"Wait, rest of the passengers?" Amethyst turned in her seat to look towards the ramp. Who else was coming? "Did you invite your friends along or something?"
Sam texted that he was coming over. That was highly irregular. It was usually the princess who sent a message whenever she required a concubine's company, as it was proper. But Sam was a brat when he wanted to be, and sometimes it was a good look on him. Even if he was a bit obsessed with hoarding her diamonds.
Amethyst put on a light, flowing lilac dress before she threw the door open... to come face to face with her concubine, and a... small child. Her eyes narrowed, asking a question she did not need to voice.
>>”Atlantean's wear swimsuits right? Grab one, and a overnight change of clothes. Don’t ask where we’re going because we don’t have a ton of time. Before we got to roll, I’ll wait.”
"Actually, we don't" she clarified. Why would anyone wear clothes to swim? Americans were weird. Amethyst's interest was piqued, though, so she returned into the room to fill a small bag with two other flowing dresses, a handful of jewelry, and her toiletry bag. It sounded like they were going somewhere. And now that the small child was out of the picture, going somewhere, anywhere outside the Mansion, sounded like a great plan.
>>”Got to grab the ride before we go. Told you about the jet right?”
"The plane the X-men fly?" she blinked, walking along "Are we flying somewhere?... Tell me we are not going to Atlantis. I am not introducing you to my cousin."
Gemstones and ice were an interesting combination. Sam was not the man to run from a challenge, and the princess appreciated him getting creative with his powers to minimize the damage done. It would have been no fun otherwise. He gave her her gemstones' worth for sure, and seemed equally satisfied with the result.
The result being both of them, exhausted and satisfied, lying on top of a bunch of gemstones. Diamonds included.
>>”That’s a good royal secret. I’m wondering how much that was worth.”
"It depends on the quality." she answered lazily. Given how they were form, not all of her gems were perfect, or even gem quality. To make them come out nice actually required attention.
>>”I get the position?”
Sam raised his palm, and Amethyst gave him a curious look. Was it a salute of some sort? She smirked.
"I'll keep you around for now, if you keep being fun." she agreed "And you can keep the gemstones you earn."
