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.
>>"I mean...I don't normally drag people with me. I normally end up following others,"
He really did not seem like the criminal type. She believed that he would follow others into trouble, but he was far from being a criminal mastermind that would bring a gang to the door.
>>"I...I'm Beau. As you can see I have fish-powers, like breathing underwater but my powers sometimes react to whatever's goin' on around me. Like if it's cold, I may not need the hoodie, or if it's dark...well I light up like a Christmas tree,"
She arched an eyebrow. Fish powers. Ironically, that was something a lot of people associated with Atlantis. Interesting too, in a way, even if it looked kind of weird, all glowing like that.
"So, you are glowing because it's dark, and you can't turn it off? Don't people around here help you with that?"
Amethyst was slowly becoming accustomed to people getting flustered around her. Americans had a weird relationship with royalty, she learned. Back home, gorgons knew to get out of her way, and servants knew to bow. Here, people just got really awkward. Or creepy.
>>"Oh, uh, sorry. I thought you were the gardener. I mean, I didn't look, obviously, you aren't a gardener. N-not that you couldn't garden, you're just all prettied up, so... your dress would get dirty."
She stared at him, looking him up and down. He was about the same age as her, but a lot taller, and not exactly hard to look at. Too bad he was behaving like a child.
>>"I haven't seen you around before... I'm Xavier!"
He offered a hand, and had the decency to take off the glove. She still considered the hand for a moment, before she gingerly shook it, with as little actual contact as possible. "Princess Amethyst. From Atlantis."
Amethyst only had a vague idea of what growing up was like for Americans. People at the school seemed to come from vastly different backgrounds, everything from foreign nobility to... kids from the streets. She doubted any of them had a royal upbringing quite like hers, though.
>>”Nothing like that. More, concrete cells and training. My education was more need to know. Most of the stuff I know I had to discover on my own.”
Well, that was a whole lot of nothing. Trained as what? Sure they did not raise him here to be some kind of a soldier... because if they did, this school was even more messed up than she'd thought. Concrete cells? Did they have those in the basement too? Back home, those were for gorgons only.
>>”Life sounds fancy. Sure this place is a lot different.”
Finally, something they could agree on.
"A whole lot" she sighed, sipping her own coffee, which was, in the end, not bad. "So... what are you, anyway? Some kind of a soldier?"
Amethyst was intrigued to hear what kinds of questions he had for her. Was it about the place itself? The people? The women? Probably the women. Some people also asked about mutant rights, which always got annoying really fast. What did he want to know?
>>”Everything? Honestly I can read about the place but never been there. Been everywhere. Never Atlantis. What’s it like? Green, blue? Mermaids? Statues of bronze?”
Amethyst leveled a glare at Sam. "Mermaids? Really?" That was such a cliché.
The coffee did smell good, though.
>>”I mean, most of the time when stories get out about the place it’s usually doctored up to make the place seem like a vacation spot. Half the time it isn’t. Let’s start with you? What was it like growing up as a princess?”
Vacation spot? Most people she'd met did not have an opinion like that of Atlantis. It was mostly because of the X-men spreading all kinds of stories about the gorgons, she was sure of that. As if other countries did not have their social problems.
"Let's see... I had bigger rooms, servants, bodyguards, good food, and lots of fun" she noted, sitting back "King Atlan personally oversaw our education, but there were also grand balls, and feasts and..." she sighed wistfully "Why, what was it like growing up... whatever it is you are?"
For someone who'd grow up in a palace, Amethyst was not used to being in small, enclosed spaces for long periods of time. It was herd to explain this to people. The palaces of Atlantis were spacious, grand buildings, with porticoes and gardens and courtyards and orchards. She missed the freedom of royalty to bask in beautiful places and not be constrained to one small dorm room. She really missed it.
Today was finally sunny enough for her to venture outside, hoping to avoid most of the student body as she strolled in the garden. There was not much to look at yet, but at least it was kind of green and open. Amethyst was wearing a flowing, light blue dress with a darker turquoise shawl around her shoulders, her jewelry all silver and matching stones. She walked past bushes and flower beds without paying much attention. Servants working in the gardens were not an unusual sight for her.
>> "Hey, could you grab the hand shovel? I need to adjust this one a little bit."
Amethyst paused, turning her head to look at the person who'd addressed her. She pouted.
"No. I am most certainly not grabbing you a shovel."
Amethyst was pleased that her greeting was well received; it was a small victory over Praxi who immediately turned into a puddle. The two young people seemed decent enough, even if their outfits were a little shabby by Atlantean standards. Then again, they were taking a bus, so that much was to be expected.
"I..."
>>”She isn’t! I am. She doesn’t even know where we’re going.”
Praxi pulled herself together, probably to spite her, and made an appearance that clearly surprised the passengers, but did not trigger any immediate violence from them.
>>“I see. And are you two from the Mansion I’m guessing?”
"Terrifying humans" Amethyst whispered with a smirk, before she responded louder: "She is. I'm visiting. As an... exchange student."
>>"I'm thirteen. They didn't exactly let me. I just sort of climbed over the fence, lost track of time, and just came back in,"
Amethyst was really losing faith in Mansion security here by the minute. If a kid like this, a glowing kid could get in or out, so could any assassin or thief or bandit that so pleased. Thirteen counted as someone moving into adulthood in Atlantis, but here, she knew he was still very much considered a child.
>>"I...I haven't been here long and I really don't wanna get in trouble already,"
He looked very sheepish, almost begging with his glowing little face for her not to make a fuss. Amethyst sighed and waved a hand in the air. "Fine, whatever. I'm not going to tell on you. I really don't care where you go, as long as you don't bring others in with you..."
>>”So any freebies while we wait or should I fill the gap with personal questions?”
Amethyst took a seat while Sam busied himself with making the legendary coffee he'd offered. She was curious if he could live up to the expectation. She was also curious if he actually wanted to know things about Atlantis, or if he was playing with her, or if he had some kind of a weird American idea of what Atlantis was, filled with attractive mermaids and golden statues.
>>”So do you prefer to go by princess or Amethyst… you only get one.”
Amethyst wrinkled her nose at the mug. Princess was her official title, but every time Sam said it, it sounded like mockery, and she knew he'd make a habit of that if she let him. "Amethyst is fine. So, what do you want to know?"
>> ”Duchess, I think you should know that people don’t allow me to do anything. I do what I want when I want.”
He was getting her title wrong on purpose. What an ass. Amethyst was wildly annoyed by his attitude; the man acted as if he ran the place, even though he'd just admitted to losing most of his memories, and his experience with them. And for some reason he was here, talking to her. Did he see her picture in the paper and realize she was important?...
>>”I mean, I meant go make a cup of coffee. I make a strong cup, but if you want something alcoholic in nature keep in mind I am a teacher here. So I know where to go and where the good stuff is at.”
"You were a teacher." Amethyst deadpanned. He was certainly not in charge of anything now that he was seventeen years old again. Especially since he did not even know Atlantis was a real place, let alone knowing anything about its inhabitants.
>>”Not a thing, hence the reason I decided to come get the information from the horses mouth so to speak."
"Are you calling me a..."
>>"You being the horse in all of this. I know, super annoying when someone wants to learn about you and where you’re from.”
Amethyst's eyes narrowed. Did he want a lesson on Atlantean culture? He would get one. Sam needed a reality check about the people he was messing with, to see how disrespectful his... entire being... was. The princess huffed, brushing past him as she headed to the kitchen. Coffee was the one good thing in this entire building.
"If you make coffee as well as you say, I might answer your questions."
What was he even doing in the girls' dorm? Some other girls walked by giggling, and waved at him. This guy was popular.
>>”Shark food? No, I’ll need a better nickname. I beat that session, lot easier when you don’t get pushed from behind.”
"I really don't care." Amethyst deadpanned. The whole Danger Room thing was stupid, and anyone who took it seriously to play around in there with terrifying monsters had a gear loose, or two. "What do you want?"
>>”But yes it is, princess. Turns out you weren’t ****ing with me. Took me a week to hear someone else mentioned living in the hallway with an actual princess. After that I had to see what the big deal was... I was disappointed to see it was you.”
Touché. Amethyst huffed. Of course now that he knew she was royalty, he came back to talk. He was not the first person at the school to try to make friends with an Atlantean princess. None of them were particularly good at it, and Amethyst only liked suck-ups who were good at their job.
She glanced at the paper. It was some kind of a colorful publication that was writing something about her fashion choices.
>>”So what are you doing today? You up for a drink in town? Coffee or I can make some here and you can tell me all about yourse- Atlantis.”
Amethyst rolled her eyes. "I doubt they allow you to make cocktails in the school." She was not just going to go out into the city with this guy. "You really don't know anything about Atlantis?"
>> "Well, my worst means we're riding this bus until the Sugar Hill stop. At least that's what the computer said."
"Whatever you say" Amethyst shrugged. All parts of this city were equally weird to her, and it wasn't like Atlantis didn't have its own dirty or scary parts (she just never went there on purpose). But if the slime girl wanted to prove that she wouldn't last among humans, she would also have to hold up herself.
Which did not last long. The bus stopped, and two people boarded. Amethyst glanced over at the green slime, which was fast turning from girl into embarrassed puddle.
>>"Amethyst, they're humans. Real humans!"
"Oh? I rather thought that was the whole point" Amethyst smirked, raising an eyebrow at the puddle. Did she really thing she was going to fare better among humans than the princess did? Amethyts flashed a friendly, well-practiced royal smile at the people. "Hello there. Welcome aboard!"
The Mansion heating was broken. Again. For people who lived in a world of comfort, things seemed to break around the school all the time, either because of someone's powers, or for completely mysterious reasons. Either way, the rooms were suffocating, and Amethyst woke up in a bed crunching with low quality opals. She had to sweep like two pounds of them into the trash can, and then she took a showed just for good measure. She was putting on her dress for the day, a frilly light blue piece with silver-and-turquoise jewelry, when someone knocked - no, banged - on her door.
>>”Yo! Duchess.”
She knew that voice. What on earth was he doing in the girl's dorm wing? Was he just here to annoy here? A distinct possibility.
"It's princess." she corrected as she opened the door, hair still wet from her shower "What do you want, shark food?"
A bus, as far as Amethyst understood, was a vehicle of 'public transport.' As in, transporting the general public. The goop girl did start out strong in trying to break her.
Amethyst picked her way aboard in a flowing lilac dress, accented with heavy golden jewelry set with amethysts. Nothing too flashy, in case the humans had an eye for jewels. This was a dangerous thing to do, walking out with no help or supervision, only accompanied by a very antagonistic puddle of slime. The drive did not seem to pay much attention to either of them, which, frankly, was worse than either alternative. Amethyst perched on the edge of the seat, trying to not touch anything in her vicinity. If this bet was not going to kill her, the filth might.
Still, her pride was at stake here.
>>”So where are we going, your majesty? The other students have told me about places, but I wouldn’t want to bring you somewhere you can’t handle.”
Amethyst rolled her eyes at the goop.
"Please. If I can survive this dung cart, I can survive anything. Do your worst."
>>”I beg to differ, you probably just don’t recognize it.”
Maybe he had a different idea of what charm was. Maybe in this country it meant being childishly annoying. More importantly, he was a grown man in a teen's body, and he was behaving like it was the other way around.
>>”Maybe they didn’t want to scare you princess. Sides, I think it would have happened to more people if it was contagious. You don’t look like you got any younger since being in here with me. Also the mansion isn’t full of screaming kids, just half.”
She wrinkled her nose. He was not wrong on either count. Maybe it was not airborne? If the curse was in the blood or something, she could be safe. Body fluids did not really work well on her.
"Well, keep doing whatever you are doing then." she said finally, turning towards the door. Just in case it was contagious somehow. "And for the gods' sake, lock the door."
The child seemed scared of her. He kind of seemed scared of everything.
>>"Did what? Glow? That's just something I do. My mutation is...what did they call it...reactive. I'm always blue and can breathe underwater, but my body sometimes does things depending on the situation I'm in, like glowing."
"No, not the glowing" she shook her head impatiently. Why on earth would he think she wanted to glow? She looked perfect as is. No one needed glowing blue skin. Fish had that. "Sneaking out and back in."
>>"I was just h-hanging out. L-l-lost track of time and just sorta....walked b-b-back in?"
She quirked an eyebrow.
"You are trying to tell me they just let you do that? How old are you?"
She would not have put it past the Mansion staff, but still. Too easy.
