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.
They ran into an alley, with the brother pursuing them, throwing invisible blades or whatever else deadly thing he could summon with his powers.
>>”Not asking ya to love, asking ya to run!... How am I already this winded?... Ames, when we get out of this we are gonna start running. Ya got no cardio.”
"What?" she blinked. She was getting the hang of moving now without tripping over, but she was far from confident. And she had not idea what cardio was. Carrick... her own body, held her face.
>>”I need ya to focus love, my brother is gonna try to kill me. Well, You now. I don’t want ya ta fly I want ya ta run. It’s gonna be fine. Ya got me phone? Hand it over, quickly.”
FLIGHT!
Amethyst groaned; in her old body it would have been more of a scared whining sound, but it came out of the gryphon's chest deeper, and more threatening. Run. He wanted her to run. And... leave him? Her? Two of the most important things, her own body, and her boyfriend in it.
FLIGHT!
She fumbled, fishing the phone out of a pocked somehow.
"How do I...how do I do the thing? With... the beast?"
There was too much yelling. Amethyst whined as she was dragged along. Something clashed and crumbled nearby.
>>”**** off, ya can’t handle me when I’m at me best so ya try to get me when I’m at me worst? You did this ta us Blondie!”
Apparently, the brother was trying to kill them. And invisible force slashed things in two. He had powers that could hurt them. Carrick pulled her down just in time to avoid getting cut.
>>”Better in yer head than all over the pavement! Come on! Making a run fer it! I can’t stop Tom like this!”
If she got killed like this, would Carrick die or would she die? It was a fleeting thought as they ducked. Carrick could not fight. How did one fight an invisible force anyway? Why was the brother trying to kill them? Right out there in broad daylight? Amethyst found her balance again. The blonde woman who had swapped their bodies threw herself in front of the brother, yelling something.
"I can't fly." Amethyst panted, looking at herself. Their best chance for getting away would have been flight. But she could barely run as she was.
The words were coming out of her mouth... in her voice... but with Carrick's accent. And attitude. What on earth was happening? Amethyst shook her head, which was not her head, and stared up at herself from the pavement. Something she did not have before - a tail - was hurting, signaling that she had landed wrong.
>>”We got freaky-fridayed.”
"We what...?"
>>”Blondie in there did it. Second time now. Guess she’s just best to be avoided. Take a breath handsome.”
She was in Carrick's body. Carrick was in her body. She stared, her eyes adjusting to... seeing in a different way. Her body tried to help her up from the ground, but she was definitely heavier, and the limbs were still not cooperating.
>>”Look at me, I’m beautiful.”
"That's my body." And dress. Amethyst made an attempt again and finally managed to stand up.
>>”Wings are just like moving yer arms. Keep ‘em down till we can figure out where blondie is. She can change us back.”
Amethyst made an attempt. The wings moved. She was not going to fly any time soon.
FLIGHT!
>>”Ah **** Love, figure out the limbs later! Time to go.”
"I think... you are in my head." she muttered, walking along. It did not go very fast, wings and all.
>>”I never wanted ya to meet anyone from my family.”
Well, that went both ways. Amethyst was not very keen on introducing Carrick to Atlantean royals either, and at least this way she was not feeling one-sided about the decision. But now, having met the brother, she was beginning to understand why Carrick was not a family person.
>>”..... Sorry about that.... There’s a reason I don’t talk about my family too much. I just don’t want anything to happen to you.”
Amethyst placed a hand in his. He had claw marks in his palm, but they were already closing over. Fast healing.
"We are fine." she said, patting his hand.
And then the world spun.
Amethyst felt dizzy and disoriented. She paused, shook her head, and blinked to clear her vision.
She was looking at herself.
"What?" she gasped. The voice came out... deeper. Strangely familiar. Definitely not her own. And not the only one.
FLIGHT!
Something was wrong. Something was not okay. Amethyst was not well. She moved to jump and flee, hands flailing. Wings flailing. Tail flailing.
TOO MANY APPENDAGES
She landed hard on her ass. His ass. Her boyfriend's ass...?
Knowing that Carrick had trouble with his brother was one thing, but seeing it was a whole other thing. The way he growled made it clear that trouble was mere seconds away. And Amethyst had never seen him sign before.
>>”Best make it yer last if ya don’t want to get dragged down into the O’Conner ****show. Ruined a lot of peoples lives.”
The brother was not really reciprocating. Or saying... signing?... anything. That was probably pissing Carrick off more than anything. Amethyst placed a hand on his arm. She was not above people getting beaten up for being horrible, but she did not want Carrick to get picked up by a black van again. He was not ruining anyone's life. Especially not his own.
>>”**** on back home. Run ta da and tell him I’m never joining his little club. I didn’t want ta when I was older and I sure as hell don’t now. Ya got one day. I find out yer still here I’ll be coming fer ya. Only warning ya get. I’ll kill ya if I have to. Yer done ruining me life. Both of ya.”
She walked ahead, pulling Carrick along. The blonde woman seemed innocent in all this. Hell of a first date.
>>“O’Conners!”
>>”Got it! I’m leaving. Let’s go get blasted somewhere else. Got a bad taste in me mouth now. Best of luck blondie. Ames, ya ready?”
"Let's go." she agreed, hurrying towards the exit, with a wing wrapped around her. "Stay calm. I think you have scared them enough." the patrons, anyway.
Carrick's brother was here, with a date. Amethyst did not know much about him, but she knew Carrick really disliked him, and if the claws were any indication, he was definitely on edge. Taking another look, the princess decided she didn't like him either. The woman seemed alright, though. Maybe she didn't know better. >>”Blondie, don’t think ya know who yer with.... Surprised they even let ya in. Aren’t ya still a wanted man? Be a shame if someone found out yer here.”
"Maybe we should go. And find a better place to patronize." Amethyst suggested. Wanted brother or not, Carrick beasting out in the pub was not bound to end well.
Carrick greeted the girl first; apparently, they knew each other. Amethyst looked her over with more attention to detail this time. She had a warrior's build. She didn't have much time to muse about that, however, because Carrick tensed up the next moment, talons extending. Was this an ex-lover?... No, Carrick didn't have ex-lovers...
>>”Tom. Ya got no business here brother. Better tell me Da isn’t here...”
Oh. Brother. The brother.
>>”Howdy, I’m Rhia. I love your dress.”
"Princess Amethyst of Atlantis." she said, a little reluctantly. If Carrick was about to throw down with his brother, then it would have been awkward to carry on with polite small talk. "Is that Carrick's brother? Are you his lover?"
>> ”Well love, elegant it might be but a bit more dangerous eh? I mean, I did have to save ya from some magicians.”
"And you had to be saved from government agents. Your point is?" Amethyst shot back. Sure, being able to produce gemstones made her valuable for all kinds of people, many of them with no concept of consent. But she still loved her gift.
>>”Sides, you imagine if I could do that too? **** I’d never have to worry about money again, get a new guitar everyday fer the rest of me life. Maybe even buy a recording studio?”
Amethyst gave him a disapproving look. They had been over this topic before. Carrick, who did not grow up with the kind of wealth she had, always had grand ideas when it came to shiny things. But even with those, Amethyst knew that had never been the reason he was with her. Which was definitely new.
>>”Wait, I’d flood the market then... and that’d be bad.... right?”
"Indeed" she smiled, glad he remembered. But in the next moment, his eyes narrowed again, as if he was sensing danger. Something was off, about the whole evening. Amethyst looked up first, seeing the man and the green-dressed woman walking towards them.
>>”Howdy there, fancy seein’ you again.”
The princess glanced between the newcomers and Carrick's hostile look.
>>"Aye, I bounce back pretty quick. Got ya holding me hand. Think I’m alright right now.”
It seemed like the injury was nothing that some flirting and a new round of drinks couldn't fix. Amethyst dabbed the rest of the blood away from Carrick's hand. Tonight, nothing could bring down his good mood.
>>”See, right as rain! Yer not squeamish when ya see blood are ya?”
"No?" she arched an eyebrow at him, taking his drink for a sip "But I still think my own version is more elegant."
>>”Broke the glass cause I thought it was a good idea obviously!”
Carrick looked angry, and blood dripped from his hands along with the glass shards. Amethyst put a soothing hand on his arm. If the beast decided to make a fuss about the glassware, there was going to be trouble. Luckily, the friendly owner and the promise of more drinks brought Carrick back to himself. Amethyst dabbed the clean cloth over the injuries.
>>”Yeah, just thought it needs another touch of home. O’Conners are known for breaking glasses. This mean ewe drink fer free tonight? Good time to get the high end stuff.”
"Or maybe you have had enough" the princess pointed out, turning his palm upwards for inspection. She blinked in surprise. There had been bleeding, but... the cuts were already closing up. She did not have much experience with human healing, as her injuries always got covered with rubies straight away, but this was... odd. "Looks like you will be fine in a minute..."
>>”Eh? Green? Love, why do ya think I call it the Emerald Isle? Rolling hills of nothing but green. Ireland’s known for the color because of the landscape not because of the actual gem. Actually I don’t think they even have emeralds there.”
"That's true, you don't." Since she'd arrived from Atlantis, Amethyst had been familiarizing herself with the various gemstone resources of the world. It was good to know what came from where, and at what prices. On the other hand, she still had not visited Ireland, so she only had a vague idea of the greenery Carrick was talking about. "But that explains why everyone is wearing green" she added, nodding towards the woman who had just walked in.
>>”I mean Atlantis had a color they are known for right? Blue?”
"I guess" she shrugged. Atlantis had many colors, but the ocean's blue was definitely one of them. She opened her mouth to say something, but the glass in Carrick's hand suddenly shattered.
>>”Fer **** sakes!”
"What did you do?" Amethyst jumped, as some glass and beer ended up on her dress. More importantly, Carrick's hand was bleeding. The princess reached over, assessing the damage before she called towards the bar "Can we get some bandages over here?"
>>”Strings looked like they were cut but I didn’t see anyone around. Weird day. Caught meself from tripping a few times.”
"Maybe you have had enough beer?" Amethyst ventured with a smirk. Carrick was far from being drunk, but he did seem a little off kilter up on the stage. He was lucky he was so charming.
>>”Had weirder though, no one hit today so I can’t complain too much. Did I tell ya you look good tonight?”
"You did, but it bears repeating" she grinned at him over her drink. She liked to be praised.
>>”I’ll go look fer a new guitar tomorrow, care ta join me? We can play hooky from school, make a day out of it?”
"Sure, why not?" the princess was not very attached to the whole school thing. She liked these outings better. She glanced around, noting a very pretty woman in a green dress, and some other people who were returning to their own conversations after Carrick's set.
Saying she was an ambassador at least masked the fact that the Queen had ordered her to come. Possibly as a punishment, or just to get her away fro court. Honestly Amethyst had no ambitions for the throne, and she was not very close to it in line. Her cousin was just a jealous b...
>>"Oh? I wouldn't think there was a need for an ambassador. There seems to be lots of people from Atlantis at this school. Are their unseen tensions or is Atlantis worried about a... migration away?"
"Worried? No." the princess shook her head, then sneezed, and tossed some more gemstones to the side. "A lot of the gorgons come here. The Queen thought it was time for a demigod to represent Atlantis too."
>>"Is their many Princesses in your family?"
"Quite a few." Amethyst shrugged "The royal family is big. Do you have many people in your family?"
Carrick might have been annoying and silly sometimes, but even Amethyst had to admit he was a talented entertainer. People seemed to like him, especially in this place, which was, as she understood, very Irish. Amethyst, appropriately dressed in a very elaborate green dress, sat at a table, enjoying the show. She knew some of it was for her. Carrick liked showing off.
The thing with the guitar string was unfortunate. He clearly needed better quality instruments. And the place needed better quality drinks, but she was not going to point that out. Again.
>>”It was entertaining at least right, love?”
"Definitely" the princess smirked, moving the hem of her dress to allow him a seat. "You need a better guitar, though."
>>”D fer difficult. Cause yer difficult... were difficult? Still like ya anyways.”
The princess smirked, and clasped the necklace around her neck. Difficult. "I prefer 'requires proper care', but sure" she chuckled. The two of them were definitely an unexpected relationship. In more ways than one. She wondered if that was what he wrote a song about.
>>”Aye, a song. Got a girlfriend on valentines day. What kind of musician would I be if I can’t serenade ya on one of the most romantic holidays? I call this one Sparkle n’ Shine. Yer the first one to hear it."
Amethyst had been serenaded before. Court musicians had written her songs of numerous occasions, and sometimes men and women praised her, seeking her favors. But Carrick's song was different. Not just musically, but the way he talked about her. To her. Not to a princess, but to her personally.
>>”and that’s why I say, I had the sparkle, but ya made me shine.”
Carrick finished with a flourish and almost fell off the roof. Amethyst was grateful for the goofiness, so she could hide with a laugh and applause how touched she really felt. Accepting a song like this felt more difficult than accepting the praising songs of the court musicians.
"That was... really nice." she admitted, tucking her hair behind her ear. "You wrote that... yourself?"
