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 quirked an eyebrow. All the gorgons wanted to be called something else these days. Physically mutated, citizens, gifted... these might have been gorgons, or might have been some kind of other creature entirely, either way, they looked disgusting.
>>”Well I didn’t know I needed to. Still new here. Sorry. You can join if you want but you should probably start heading this way. I think the door is important."
Once again, with the attitude. Did the school select its students based on their sarcasm skills? And what door was he even...
>>"Danger Room start.”
Amethyst sank. What had been frozen waves beneath her feet a split second before was not churning water. She dropped down, her saffron dress billowing wide around her as she let out a surprised yelp, taking in a mouthful of water. She broke the surface a moment later. All Atlanteans knew how to swim, even princesses. But the dress didn't exactly make it easy. Neither did the creatures jumping wildly around.
"Bastard!" she spat, trying to make her way to the only solid floating surface: the piece of wood the man was balancing on.
Amethyst had been exploring the building bit by bit. Some places were easier to discover than others, but one could never know where good things might be hidden. Having grown up in the giant Atlantean royal palace Amethyst knew for a fact that buildings this size did not give up their secrets easy. And she had all the time in the world. Because this place was also horribly boring.
Which brought her to the basement today. All kinds of things were hidden in basements. She wandered around aimlessly until she heard some faint sounds from behind a very sturdy looking door. She only gave it a half-hearted push, not really expecting it to be unlocked... but it gave way.
Amethyst stepped into another universe.
There was... water, everywhere. Under her feet, in the air. There were figures, fish-like gorgon shapes that made her jump at first, except they were not moving.
Was this... some kind of a portal? Through what? Space? To another place like Atlantis, before it rose?... Time? Was this the past or the future?
The door slid closed behind her and Amethyst jumped, equal parts curious and terrified. How could someone have this in a school basement?!
>>”Thought I locked the door?”
One of the figures was moving. She could not quite make out his form but she did hear the voice.
"Well, you didn't" she responded, glancing around "If you wanted to fight gorgons undisturbed maybe you should have put up a sign."
Amethyst was beginning to figure out that it was easier to go about the Mansion at night. Less adults, less students, and less annoying circumstances. She could get from her room to the kitchen without running into people she did not want to talk to, and the small children that tended to gape at her jewelry had long gone to bed by now. At night, the place was spooky, but at least it was calm. Usually.
Amethyst headed down the hallway with a fresh glass of milk in her hand. She was used to other drinks from Atlantis, but the milk at the Mansion was pretty decent, and she found it helped her go to sleep at night. She was lost in thought, thinking about the next day, the meeting she apparently had to have with some counselor or another...
... when she rounded a corner, and someone fell right at her feet.
Amethyst yelped, stepping back, and sloshing about half a glass of milk on the floor, and on the hoodie of the kid on the floor. There was a faint glow coming from under the clothes.
>>”Are you sure? I always assumed you ‘demigods,’ were so scared of everything that didn’t look like you and fit your tiny little bubble.”
The gorgon was acting hostile, and even worse, sarcastic. She really seemed to believe that she had the upper hand here, away from Atlantis. Maybe it had something to do with her mutation; being a puddle of goo had to be hard on someone's self esteem.
"Not scared. Mildly disgusted." she corrected, watching the girl melt into a puddle again before reforming into the shape of... a dragon. Amethyst blinked, and took a step back, despite her better judgment. Where was school security when someone needed them? They would not let one student eat another, for sure?...
>>"I don’t think you can survive in a place where you aren’t babied. I think if people don’t grovel at your feet, you’ll cry. You don’t make the sun shine and you don’t crap rainbows. I. Don’t. Think. You’re. Special!”
Amethyst winced, but the goop-dragon was not attacking her just yet. Not physically, anyway. Her opinion on demigods seemed clear, but definitely flawed. For one, she did not crap rainbows, that would have been ridiculous. She crapped gemstones. Big difference.
"Oh, and you are?" she shot back, folding her arms, her back against the door "You came all the way here so that these people would pat you on the head and tell you you are precious? It's their job, gorgon. You can't do anything a handful of dough can't do. Leave this building, and see how special the humans of this country think you are."
>> ”No one tattled. These were found and considering your ‘gifts’ it not hard to put two-and-two together."
Amethyst looked skeptical. Since her powers had only been known to a small circle within the royal family back in Atlantis, she doubted these people here could figure them out so fast. It had to be guesswork, at best. And she was not about to indulge this man with the very private details.
>>"I’m sorry, Amethyst, but when you carry yourself with that ‘I’m-better-than-you’ attitude, your not bound to make too many friends.”
"It's not an attitude. I am better." she noted coolly. How could she not be? She was royalty. She was beautiful, elegant, educated, and wealthy, not to mention of noble blood. That was not an attitude, that was just a fact of life. One that this man was clearly not sophisticated enough to accept.
>>”Listen, princess. I understand this is a cultural change here. But you need to make a better effort while you are here. You need to try to see things from the rest of these kid’s point-of-view. You can’t carry yourself with the same air here that you did at Atlantis. A lot of these kids have had extremely hard lives. They’ve suffered and this is the first place they feel comfortable. We want you to be comfortable here too but you have to meet us halfway.”
"Halfway?" She arched an eyebrow. Halfway where? Halfway to disaster? Amethyst had already come more than halfway, agreeing to move to the school, taking on this ridiculous diplomatic mission that she was pretty sure the Queen had given her because she wanted her out of the palace, and could not spare anyone else to show off to the humans. She lived in one room, had no servants or staff, and had to fend for her own food. This was not halfway anywhere. It was all the way awful.
>>”And please, stop referring to the physically mutated as ‘Gorgons’. They don’t deserve that.”
"What should I refer to them as, then?" Amethyst tilted her head with a sarcastic look "Did you know one of them tried to threaten me into leaving, using her powers? Is that behavior that is encouraged among your students?"
Her words did not seem to have the right effect on the slime girl. She was one of those gorgons that got big ideas into her head once King Atlan's power had been toppled. Suddenly she thought she was equal to royalty.
>> ”No. Excuse me? You’re just a guest, but I’m going to be an American citizen and never go back to Atlantis.”
Good.
Just a guest, though? Amethyst furrowed her brow. Was that what had been told to the kids around here? That she was a mere guest?
>>”I even got a green card! It’s green like me, because I’m so American.”
Amethyst had no idea what a green card was, or why they made it match someone's skin color. She rolled her eyes anyway, to see how much she did not care for cards.
>>”So you’re not the boss of me. You’re a guest, so you’re the one who can leave. Besides, I bet a spoiled princess couldn’t even survive here.”
Now, that was a challenge. Amethyst drew herself up.
"Survive what? Poor hygiene? Bad living standards? Chaotic education?" she spat, dripping with sarcasm "Just because they gave you a pretty card doesn't mean you are better suited for being here than I am. You don't scare me, gorgon."
This was not going to be a comfortable conversation. The man seemed hell bent on making Amethyst go through the motions of establishing that her power did not need control. What did he think she should be doing? Bleeding rubies on purpose? Was he just doing this for fun? Was he biased against Atltaneans or something?
>>”Oh, I’m well aware. But while you say you have control, there are things you do need to learn to have control over. Namely, cleaning up after yourself.”
Amethyst's eyes widened. Officially, everyone else was only supposed to know about the rubies. Sure, she had been in a tough place emotionally, and some gemstones had leaked while she was trying to survive this hostile environment, but she did not expect the adults to notice. They were barely ever around anyway.
>>”Queen Achlus assured us that in your diplomatic role that you would be a bastion for Atlantis. I have to admit, records of how you’ve been reacting to your fellow students has been...disheartening. And for the record, being snobby and arrogant? That’s also considered disrespectful to this culture.”
Again, with the sarcasm. Amethyst folded her arms as she glared back.
"Did the slime gorgon tattle on me? You know, some things about powers are private." the green girl had been all too happy to pick up gems she'd dropped; she had a thing for shiny things, and was probably not above theft and treachery. "I hope you are having meetings with the other students too about how they reach out to me. So far I have been locked out, mocked, and told to leave."
>>”Oh thank god. And here I was, completely worried that I was going to have to waste your highness’ time. Just let me find the right form…”
Alright, so maybe she had misjudged the man. Maybe he did know how to interact with royalty. He had been on the Atlantis mission, when the X-men first arrived and caused havoc. Maybe he felt rightfully guilty about that. Amethyst gave him a benevolent smile - which faltered as he made a show of not really searching for any forms.
>>”Sorry, seems I’m clear out of my Free Pass forms. Looks like we’re going to have to use up our allotted time to just get to know one another after all. So, once again, please. Have a seat.”
Sarcasm. It seemed to be the go-to last resort of unwitty people around here. Amethyst pressed her lips together as she took a seat. She was going to have to do this the hard way.
"In my culture, sarcasm is disrespectful." she noted in a light tone "But I understand you were not aware of that. Now, about my powers. My blood turns into rubies upon contact with air. That's it. This is not a power one needs to exercise."
She wasn't, but she was not about to point that out. Royalty was never questioned about their schedules anyway, especially not by guys in t-shirts and jeans.
"Mr. Cervantes."
Was he a professor? Or a tutor of some sort? Could someone be a professor of something that did not really need teaching? Amethyst had her doubts.
>>”Come on in. Make sure to close the door behind you.”
She did. She walked in and closed the door, but did not take a seat in the small and somewhat dingy office.
"Mr. Cervantes, I think I can save both of us quite a bit of time. My gift doesn't need any control, it works just fine on its own. I think me being here is a mere formality. I am happy to sign a paper if you need me to."
The... puddle of goop looked shocked. Appalled, even. The feeling was mutual. Amethyst had not yet met anyone at Xavier's who was from Atlantis; she'd expected them to have at least a measure of respect for the royal family, even if they had defected in favor of... this place. Clearly, the goop had other ideas.
>>”No. No, no, no, go back. Go back right now. This place is actually okay, and now you’re just going to ruin it.”
I wish.
Honesty and pride clashed had in the princess' mind for a moment. But it had never been an even fight. Amethyst folded her arms and leveled a glare at the girl.
"Excuse me? Who do you think you are talking to?" just because they were not in Atlantis anymore, they were still not equals, and the princess was determined to cling to that shred of normalcy in this insane situation "I am here on a diplomatic mission. You are not. If you don't like seeing me here, you can leave."
The puddle of slime jumped back, and took on a vaguely humanoid form. A gorgon! Amethyst stared at her... it?..., disgusted by the idea of a pile of goo being a person, combining two things she tried to stay away from: dirt, and gorgons. The fact that it had a handful of her gems sparkling... inside her was just adding insult to injury.
>>”Ah, hey! No need to scream, I’m just—wait... Atlantean? But that doesn’t make sense. You’re not a—”
Atlantean. Not just a gorgon, but one from Atlantis, one that came here from the Necropolis, and possibly knew who she was. On top of that, it made a very unsavory retching sound. Could it even...? Amethyst flattened herself back against the door, praying that more goop was not going to leak in her direction.
>>”I didn’t know ‘demigods’ were coming here now. Gross. I didn’t realize New York was going to be lame now.”
Amethyst stared. A gorgon would have never dared to talk to her like that back home. They would not have dared to talk to her at all. Then again, maybe the puddle of slime did not know who she was talking to...? Amethyst pulled herself up into her royal posture.
"I am Princess Iris Beryl Amethyst" she declared "I am here representing the royal family of Atlantis."
There. This should clear things up about where they stood.
To say that this school was adding insult to injury would have been an understatement. They were piling it on, one thing after the next, feral children, gorgons, classes she had to take, and now... something called mutation control?
Princess Amethyst did not like the word 'mutation' at all. She had a gift. A power. At worst, an ability. Mutation was something unnatural, something that happened to gorgons. Not demigods. And as for control? She had none. Her powers worked naturally by themselves. There was nothing to control about them. And yet, it had been made clear to her that showing up for this... assessment was mandatory for her continued presence at the school.
So, she went.
She showed up at the office door fashionably (but not awkwardly) late. She was wearing a light lilac dress, accented by deep purple amethysts encased in copious amounts of silver jewelry. This assessment better not include any actual exercise.
She knocked on the door, bracing herself for a completely unnecessary conversation.
This was stupid. Being royalty and being sent to some messed up charity school for gorgons was stupid. Having to go to school at all was stupid. Trying to run away had been stupid too, to be fair. Falling was even stupider. And now, crying in the hallway, was stupidest of all. Amethyst was feeling a very unhealthy does of hating the world in general right now. As she fumbled to open the door of her room, a few more topazes fell at her feet.
Then something soft and gooey brushed against her ankle. Amethyst turned and looked... and then screamed, backing up against the door, cursing loudly in her native language and she shook the foot that had been touched by the... whatever that disgusting pile of goo was.
The more time Amethyst spent in the company of the little rebel, the more obvious it became that responsible adults were scarce inside the building. Should someone have not shown up yet to see who arrived? Wasn't there some kind of a system? What kind of a place did her queen really send her to?
>>"There's a lot of boring adults around here from what I hear. Pretty easy to avoid them if you ask me. I ain't been caught yet and i've snuck in three times already. There's always someone in the offices though, if they aren't roaming the halls looking for fun to squash."
Three times. Some kid had gotten into this fortified safe school three... times. Amethyst was suddenly seriously worried. Could anyone just get it? Her presence here was public knowledge. How long before people showed up trying to kidnap her for whatever reason? What if some crazy gorgon wanted revenge for imaginary problems?...
>>"Gorgons? Like... Medusa and her sisters kinda gorgons? I ain't ever seen anything like that here. Not yet at least."
Amethyst's brows furrowed. Medusa... Medusa way mythology. A tale to teach demigod children that gorgons could be very dangerous. But apparently here things were different. Not... a single gorgon?
"Gorgons have been coming here from Atlantis since we opened the borders. They say they... like it better here." which was ridiculous, clearly "They are still technically my cousin's subjects, though."
Amethyst had only been at the school for a few days, and she was already considering running away.
The place was a dump, for one. No luxury, no elegance, and dozens of children of various ages running wild without much care for order or basic hygiene. Loose feathers, muddy footprints, and half-eaten food dotted the common areas, and the rooms, judging by the smells, were not much better either. The princess was lucky she had a room with its own bathroom all to herself, but it was a meager silver lining when she had to clean both with her own hands.
Ew.
At one point, she did run. In a fit of desperation she made it all the way to the back of the Mansion grounds, where she tripped and fell, and realized that all of this was a very bad idea. Hoping no one saw her literally hit rock bottom, the defeated princess limped back to the building, sneaking through a back door, and headed for her room.
Damn this school. Damn her cousin. Damn diplomacy.
The trail to her room was dotted by loose rubies, opals, topazes, and the occasional piece of jade.
