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 smiled as she was swept off her feet. She liked that in a partner. He took the reveal of her powers in stride. She was not sure he got the whole idea and all that it entailed, but she was willing to be patient with a concubine the first time around. He would have to learn, and he would probably have to get creative. But if he wanted to earn his... benefits, then that was the price.
She leaned in to kiss him again.
***
Time passed, and eventually, the trials were officially over. The bed was a mess. Ametyhst's dress pooled discarded on the floor, and she enjoyed the cool air on her skin. Other women would have glowed - but other women didn't have her gift. Instead, the princess and her newly minted concubine were laid out on a bad littered with sapphires, opals, and quite a few diamonds.
Amethyst had not considered how taking a concubine would affect the secret about her powers. She was old enough and free enough to take one, or more than one, by Atlantean royal standards. However, her special gift always made her a bit more valuable and a bit more secretive, than the average princess.
Whatever. If her cousin wanted to keep her precious gemstones to herself, she should not have sent Amethyst into exile.
>>”Good with secrets. Better with Royal ones.”
He would see. If he tattled, she could always just make his life a living hell.
Amethyst trailed a finger along Sam's jaw, and down his chest.
"Well... you asked what other stones I can make. The truth is... my blood is not the only thing that turns into gems." she quirked an eyebrow, leaning closer "Any fluid my body creates turns into gems at contact with free air."
She leaned in, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to Sam's lips. She pulled back after a few moments, and ran her thumb over his lips, rubbing light sapphire dust off his skin. The same glimmered on hers.
"Sapphires." she explained with a smirk "The rest... you will have to figure out for yourself. How do your singers say it?..." she tapped her lips with a finger as if she was thinking, before she leaned in to whisper again "Diamonds are a girl's best friend."
Amethyst was pleased by the look on Sam's face when he walked into her room. She wondered what it would have been like if she had actually made an effort to dress up nicely. The poor man might have fainted.
>>”Damn. So, I’m here for the job opening?”
He got rid of the shirt right away. Good idea. She might have been a spectacular sight, but he was not bad to look at either. A little too eager, but she really did not mind that part.
Amethyst smiled, leaning back against her desk as she looked him over again.
"I told you, it's not a job. It's a position. And before you get too carried away... this might be a good time to answer your questions about the gemstones I can make." her look turned more serious "This is a royal secret. Just so you know."
>>”How do I know that? I mean I’m sure it would be a good time but… How do I know it will be worth my time to be one? Normally I’m the benefit.”
Amethyst smirked, setting her coffee mug down. She knew her questions were throwing Sam for a loop, and she was enjoying it. This was the most fun she'd had in a long time. Maybe since she came to the school. And she could definitely do worse in a concubine. Provided he knew how to stay in line.
"My my. Aren't we just confident."
>>”I’m sure you have similar paperwork?”
She arched an eyebrow. No concubine dared to ask her that before.
"Got some when I came over to America. Your people don't mess around." Not even for royalty.
It seemed more and more like he was going to take the bait. She wondered if it was going to be worth it. He had set the expectations pretty high for himself.
>>”Twenty minutes. I’ll meet you back at your room? I’ll have the paperwork in hand.”
"Don't keep me waiting." she grinned, walking out past him, her dress brushing him as she went.
***
The minutes passed. Amethyst sat in her room. She'd changed, wrapping herself in a lighter blue dress that was slit up the sides, leaving little to the imagination. She was wearing heavy silver jewelry, shining with dark blue stones. She wasn't going to put too much effort into dressing up for a potential concubine, but she already knew that some everyday Atlantean wear was seen as... less then decent over here in America. Not to mention the paint. She was wearing dark burgundy lipstick, and the same color... in a place where Cretan women liked to paint themselves.
>>”I mean… I’m pretty sure Doc has some paperwork on me.”
"Good." Amethyst nodded. She was not about to touch anyone intimately unless she could be sure they were not carrying some nasty American disease. Atlantean doctors had their own ways of making sure concubines were clean, and as good as someone looked, looks often had nothing to do with it. Quite the opposite, actually...
>>”Wait hold up. What’s the hourly rate? Any benefits?”
Amethyst mirrored Sam's surprised blinking.
"Hourly rate? You want to be paid by the hour? I thought you wanted to be a concubine, not a porné." that was a whole other game, and one she was not much interested in. "And I am the benefit."
>>”Oh? We talking an obstacle course or do you need to call my references?”
"Do you have any?" Amethyst asked genuinely. Maybe he did? Some lovers in Atlantis came highly recommended for their skills; the hetaerae were known for elevating pleasure and companionship into a profession. She doubted that was what Sam meant, though. Also, obstacle course? Why on earth...
>>”I mean you did get to see me in action. Not a lot of people get to say they do."
Amethyst blinked again. Action? Was he talking about the Danger Room thing?... Did he think she was hiring him for a body guard, maybe?... Nothing happened in that room that had anything to do with his prowess in the bedroom. Unless he was doing things very differently than her.
>>"Not to mention, I’d like to believe I bring the same level of quality as the cup I pour.”
The princess looked at the cup, and back at Sam. He had a strange concept of proving he could be pleasurable to a woman.
"Well, I'm going to have to see proof of your health condition" she noted. She knew Americans tested for a lot of illnesses, and she was certainly not going to let anyone near her who wasn't healthy "And you'd need to show skill in at least the basics of being a pleasurable concubine."
Now the whole thing made a lot more sense. Amethyst knew she was physically attractive and socially desirable. Even if Sam and her had nothing in common, that had nothing to do with physical chemistry. And he really could have just asked, instead of asking for an Atlantean history lesson. Americans needed to loosen up.
>>”Afraid not duchess. For the most part you have to court, get to know someone sometimes feelings get involved. I mean, maybe I was doing it wrong. So…. Do you want to?”
Courting? What did courting have to do with sex?... Amethyst needed to read a book too. Or ask someone. Probably not Sam. Sam knew how to ask now. She looked him over once again. Yes, he was easy on the eyes. Also, probably had the stamina.
"I could entertain the idea" she nodded, pursing her lips "I would have to make sure you are up to the leven of quality I require, though."
Sam choked on his drink when she mentioned concubines. Once again, Atlantis seemed to be a lot more liberal than America. Did people not have concubines here? Or did they just not call them that? Either way, Sam was surprised that she mentioned it so casually. It was kind of amusing.
>>"Concubine. Someone higher up? Like royalty? You hiring?”
Amethyst quirked an eyebrow.
"Is that what this 'drink' think was about?" she chuckled "You could have just asked. Do people in America not ask others if they want to have sex with them?"
>>”That’s what you can do right? Probably heard it from one of the other kids.”
Amethyst wrinkled her nose. She did not like the idea of the truth about her mutation going around the Mansion. It must have been Praxi, collecting the little gems like she did, tattling on the fact that not all of them were rubies. Little sh*t.
>>”So was it like a bubble or a dome? The way you kept the water out or... Is it a gill thing?”
Amethyst pouted in disgust, quipping "I do not have gills" before they moved on to the topic of relationships. Which he asked about, but the idea of marriage seemed to not be to his liking.
>>”More curious than anything. Not really looking for anything like that. Prefer to keep it cool and casual... What do you mean an advantageous match?”
"Well, you look good." Amethyst noted. He was annoying and rude, but he did have aesthetic appeal. "You don't really have the social standing to marry into nobility, but a lower class demigod might consider you, for your genetics." she shrugged "Or you could be a concubine to someone higher up."
"It really isn't." Amethyst didn't see what the big deal in America was about completely natural body functions, but no one seemed to like talking about them. Not even when all of hers ended in gemstones.
>>”Rubies aside, what other stones can you make? I’m not asking because I need money. Far from it. I’ve done alright for myself. Just curious is all.”
"Who said I can make others?" Amethyst deadpanned. Sure, some people suspected that she had more than rubies, but she doubted Sam had that on good authority. He was probably fishing, and she was not about to make that easy for him. He seemed to sense the same, because he changed the subject.
>>”So… bottom of the ocean? What was that like?"
"Beautiful." she admitted quietly, accepting the refill on her coffee. Sometimes she missed the times before Atlantis decided to rise. Her childhood in the blue light of their underwater kingdom.
>>”Also, polygamist or monogamous relationships? Asking just in case I ever go.”
The princess arched an eyebrow.
"Thinking about marrying an Atlantean? You're a demigod, you could probably make an advantageous match."
Amethyst did not notice the older couple on the bus until they started whispering. Or doing what they thought was whispering, anyway, because she could hear them quite clearly. Maybe they had hearing problems.
>>"Why would they let a mutant like her on a bus?... Any mutant, really.”
Oh, there it was. The scary humans. Amethyst glanced at Praxi, who seemed to be pooling in an uncomfortable way. The younger couple seemed friendly enough, and they were keeping up the conversation, asking Praxi about how she liked the city, and how much of it she had seen. Amethyst wondered if the goop girl had actually been lying about just exactly how comfortably she moved in New York. She sure as stars was not comfortable now.
>>”Why do so many of them come to New York. Do you hear them? Clearly from somewhere else.”
Amethyst turned around, looking the couple over with royal disgust. She was not used to being subtle, or looking away. Other people looked away when they met her. Her gaze clearly made the old couple wildly uncomfortable.
Amethyst had been expecting the awkward reaction to follow. The young man seemed genuinely surprised. His eyes widened, and Amethyst linked her hands behind her back, wiping her palm on her dress.
>>"Oh, wow! You're a princess? What's that like?"
She arched an eyebrow. That... was not a very clever question. What was it like to be any person?...
>>"Wait, what are you doing out here alone? Shouldn't someone be guarding you or something?"
Someone should be. Amethyst agreed wholeheartedly with that. If she had her guards and her handmaids, she would not have to awkwardly introduce her own self to half-naked gardeners.
"Someone is. Technically... you are. The people of this school, I mean. I'm here on a diplomatic visit. Let's say... as an exchange student?" she was learning that term made sense to people. Even if there was no exchange at all.
The young man seemed squirrely, looking around, throwing his gloves down, and then looking like he was searching for something. Amethyst was at a loss. Was he looking for her guards?
>>"A-anyway, what, uh, brings you out to the garden?"
Amethyst had been slowly getting used to American food; some of it was good, some of it was acceptable, and a lot of it was just an abomination. Like, the pasta in melted cheese? Disgusting. Sam probably ate that too.
>>”Everything? Pizza, is pretty good here. Seafood isn’t bad. I’ll have to look into Mediterranean maybe take you out some time. I mean, it probably wouldn’t be your highness’s usual. New Yorkers put a good spin on it though.”
Take her out?... Outside the school, she assumed. To eat? For someone who had seemed annoyed by her very existence, he was quick to offer her an outing to the city. For eating. She wondered what his motivation was.
>>”Beats French food though. Not a fan of the snails.”
Snails were actually quite good, if they were prepared right. Amethyst shrugged off the comment. Maybe French food was worth trying.
>>”Currency? You take dollars? Or is it more a barter system in that case I'm sure your powers come in handy?”
"We have gold and silver coins. And electrum. Gemstones, too, if they are good enough quality." she sipped her coffee "And yes. My powers are definitely useful for that. Although I can only get rubies without hurting myself for a few days a month."
>>”I’m a Sam. I was a mercenary. Kidnapped, trained and held on a leash. It got boring quick though.”
Amethyst arched an eyebrow. So, he was a soldier. Someone who had been trained as one, even if against her will. That explained his build, and the way he handled his powers. Back in Atlantis, he could have been royal guard. He certainly had the looks.
>>”I arrived at the mansion a decade before I better looking. So the place must have been some kind of step up for me.”
"Well that makes one of us" Amethyst noted. It was definitely a step down for her. Which meant she was halfway to whatever hellhole Sam had crawled out of.
>>”What do your people eat?”
Decent food.
"Lots of... what you call seafood. We just call it food." she chuckled "Sea creatures. Also, lots of fruit and vegetables... I hear it is similar to what you call Mediterranean. Why, what do you like to feast on?"
Amethyst opened her mouth to answer, but Praxi was faster.
>>”She’s from… Greece. A small island off Greece. I’m from there too, but I live here now.”
>>“Oh, so you’re friends from home! Are you two going anywhere exciting in the city?”
Amethyst glared at the goop girl who was apparently making things up now. Greece was one thing (a common mistake apparently, at least in America, but she was learning their geography was shaky at best in general), but friends?! The princess huffed under her nose.
>>”It’s a secret. She can’t know because she hasn’t been to the city yet and I’m in charge today.”
Oh, she was enjoying this way too much. The princess folded her arms. "She decided where we go, and I am making sure we actually get there." she clarified. She didn't notice the older people either.
