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.
>>"A hot plate? It is like a... Single stove top deal. Good for cooking one pot or heating tea. You plug it in to the wall. Japanese people have efficiency living down pat."
Amethyst was only familiar with some of those words, but it occurred to her that if there was a way to make tea in her own room, that would definitely be preferable to sharing the kitchen with all the annoying other students. She made a mental note to look into purchasing a hot plate. Once she was done feeling miserable. Which this strange, pink person might be able to help with.
>>"More of a fighter, but natural medicine is one of the few subjects I am interested in. I figure if you get over your cold sooner we are both happy. I can head to the kitchen and whip something up then bring it to your room if you like?"
"That sounds good." the princess nodded. People bringing her things to make her feel better, now that she was familiar with. She turned and walked back to her room. Whenever the pink person decided to show up with the medicine, she would find the princess in bed, surrounded by scattered gemstones and boxes of chocolate.
>>"Don’t know how we’d do the wings... Long as you don’t say you like this one better I don’t think the other guy will have any problems with it.”
Carrick added more snow to his sphere of snow, signifying the body and the head of the snow griffin. So far, it did not look like anything she would prefer over anyone, but it was not a finished product just yet. Amethyst got to work too, trying to shape a beak out of more snow.
>>”Ya like sculpting then?”
"I like sculptures. They are decorative." she admitted. The snow was very cold, but the griffin was at least taking on a recognizable shape.
>>”Also got the perfect piece to bring ‘em to life... I mean, I could always shift and you could just bury me. He’d prefer the attention instead of the snow one here.”
Carrick placed a gem on the snow griffin, and the princess chuckled, smoothing over the sides. It only looked like a griffin with the best of intentions, but it was not bad for a first try. "You should definitely not strip in this weather." she pointed out, blowing on her hands. Her fingers were turning pink. "And we should definitely do this with gloves on."
>>”Shouldn’t you be wearing gloves? How ya gonna suggest building a snowperson without gloves on?”
"I should." she agreed. She had dipped hand hands in the snow before, and now the chill was getting to them. Carrick was eating snow, which... probably wasn't harmful, but definitely wasn't appetizing. Even if it was just water. And she did not want her tongue to get cold either.
>>”I found a backstory is key when making snow people. That way ya know how to shape ‘em. Now we making a police officer whose one day away from retirement... Or ya thinking someone of someone a bit fancier like a princess? She could even borrow yer cloak.”
"I need my cloak. It's cold out here." she protested "So... it's like sculpting, then." she mused. Sculpting was a craft royalty did not engage in, but they definitely enjoyed the results. "Let's make a snow griffin, then."
>>”Guess ya could build a woman from it as well… Target Practice?”
The princess arched an eyebrow. She was not sure about this whole snow person thing. But Carrick seemed determined to do it now, and it was his birthday, after all.
>>”This will be a treat then. The kind that doesn’t ruin me figure. Just me hands.”
"Shouldn't you be wearing gloves?" she ventured. She owned gloves, just not the kind that was supposed to get anywhere near snow. She doubted Carrick had the same excuse.
>>”Yer lucky ya have me around, doubt anyone would show ya how to make one. Oh and ya can eat the snow, just stay away from brown and yellow.”
"Why would I eat it?" she glanced down. Eating snow off the ground just sounded... bad. But Carrick was already at work, so the princess smoothed back her cape. "Alright, let's make a... snow person then."
Carrick was still playing around in the snow, packing it into a bigger pile and then into a bigger ball. Amethyst was not sure what he was trying to do, so she watched. She had seen kids from the Mansion playing with snow as well; it seemed to be a popular pastime. One that required gloves.
Eventually, he picked up the larger ball, and tossed it at her. The princess scrambled out of the way, almost tripping over her boots. Boots were troublesome. "Hey!"
>>”Talk to me mum.”
Oh. That was what he wanted. It made sense. Amethyst noted his tail and wings drooping. What was she supposed to say?
>>”Ever build a snowman?”
"I have never even seen snow before." she pointed out, shaking some flakes off her cloak. "Not the kind that sticks, anyway. Why do you build a man from it?"
While there was nothing wrong with celebrating yourself, Carrick actually had friends among the Mansion residents. It would have been foolish not to point that out. In fact, Amethyst was fairly certain he had more friends than her.
>>”Do I? Few of ‘em went to visit family for the holidays.”
"I wish. The place would be a lot quieter" she noted. There was still a whole lot of squealing.
Carrick tossed a snow ball at her. Amethyst made a move to catch it, but it turned into dust between her fingers. It was cold, so she shook it off. She didn't have gloves.
>>”I always want stuff. Doesn’t mean I should get it. The one thing I want isn’t something yer able to do unless ya can reverse time.”
"I can't." the princess admitted. It was not one of her power sets. "What is it?"
>>”Aye, used to joke I was the holy child born again. Mother used to joke I’d get the same fate it I kept up with the blasphemin.”
The only reference Amethyst gleaned from that was that Carrick indeed had a Christmas birthday. The rest was somewhat muddy, with the child and the blasphemy. She knew his family was religious, but she'd never cared about the religion enough to learn. Christmas had something to do with a big fat man in red, and also with his baby, somehow.
>>”Doesn’t really feel like a birthday ya know? Only thing I usually did was call me mother. Kinda hard to do that and I don’t really want to get creative with the ways to call her... Sides, got no one to celebrate with.”
"Well, that is a very flimsy excuse" the princess pointed out as he landed next to her in the snow, stretching his wings. "It's your birthday, which means you celebrate yourself." Treating yourself was never not a good thing to do. "Besides, you have me. And you have friends here. You should have treats. And gifts. Is there a gift you would want?"
Gifting in itself was not a strange concept to the princess. It was part of the royal lifestyle; she knew what to give when to seem generous, and liked receiving gifts from people who sought her favors. But living in America came with a new set of rules, and sometimes those gifting rules were very confusing. Not to mention unwritten.
>>”Didn’t need to. Almost didn’t get ya one till I realized yer one of my only friends ‘ere. That and after the other night I was feeling like ya earned it. Don’t worry, didn’t break the bank or nothing I might have had most of it in me possession already so.”
Amethyst arched an eyebrow, and Carrick began purring again. He said she didn't need to get him a gift - but he also said he got her one because she was a friend. Which meant gifts for friends were the norm. She needed to fix that. She was not sure about him saying she earned the gift. How did one earn a gift by not sleeping with someone?...
>>”Cake was more of a tradition with me mother than the holiday. Today’s also me birthday.”
Now, birthdays, she could understand.
"What?" the princess blinked "Seriously? Your birthday is the same as Christmas?" One was a national holiday, which was confusing, but the other, that was something personal. Amethyst was always pampered on her birthdays. "Why are you not celebrating?"
Carrick was still looking upside-down out the window, so it was hard to tell how sad he really was. He was not very good at expressing awkward feelings anyway. She had learned that the hard way.
>>”Only when I think bout her. Usually we’d spend the day decorating a small tree we found. She’d spend the day baking me a cake and then we exchange gifts. Wasn’t much never was. Didn’t have a lot… but ya never realize how much ya miss someone when ya can’t call ‘em.”
"I'm sorry." she could tell he was sad. The holiday reminded him of things that used to be. Amethyst related to the homesickness, even though the things she missed were of a different kind. She was once again at a loss of what to say.
>>”Oh… before I forget. Got ya something, nothing special but I wanted ta get ya something fer Christmas. Hope ya like it. Don’t have to open it now.”
He handed her a package wrapped in brown paper. Amethyst held it in her hands, a little confused. She knew this Christmas holiday involved gifts (it would have been hard to miss, in a building full of kids), but she was not sue about the conventions of who gave them to whom.
"I... didn't get you one" she admitted "Or a cake. Is the gift a cake, or is it a separate thing...?"
>>”Ah, that would explain it. Pulling off the look though.”
She always did. Her look might not have been the most efficient, but she did look regal as usual. It was the snow's fault for being so damn cold. Even so, it was pretty. Carrick rolled upside down, looking like he was not about to take her question seriously.
>>”Nothing wrong with the blues. Christmas is a family holiday, depends on the family? Normally I’d phone home. Almost forgot there’s no one to answer. Least no one I want to talk to anyways.”
Oh. She remembered he hated his father, and his mother had passed away. That was not very cheerful, for a family holiday. A lot of students celebrated at the Mansion, calling it their own family. It made sense.
>>”Take it ya don’t have this holiday back home? Anything similar?”
"Well... we have Kronia this time of the year, but that is... more like your Halloween. Masquerades and sweets and all. The... servants get free reign. Not really a family thing." she didn't really remember family festivities. Gatherings, sure, feasts, definitely. But not a holiday. "You miss your mother?"
Carrick unlocked the window. She could hear the purring now, but he looked less than his usual cheerful self somehow.
>>”Were you not sure if you wanted to it to be happy? How you doing today love?”
"I was not sure how to say it. I have heard like ten different versions" she explained, looking up at him as he poked his head out the window. It was either merry Christmas, happy Christmas, happy holidays, blessed whatever. She was trying her best anyway.
>>”Not cold are ya? Don’t really looked dressed for snow.”
"I never had to dress for snow before" she stated, pulling the cloak tighter around her shoulders. "Is sad music a part of these holidays?"
Amethyst was still not used to snow. She had seen in shortly after she first arrived at the Mansion, but it was just cold wind and flurries, without settling on the ground like she'd seen in pictures. This, however - this was the real stuff. Everyone at the Mansion was celebrating Christmas (and some other winter holidays), and everything was decorated with lights and pine branches. She was not sure she understood the whole thing, it had something to do with trees and the winter solstice, but the snow - the snow was more interesting.
And cold. Amethyst was not very well equipped for winter. She was wearing a velvet dress and things called leggings under it, and fuzzy boots that had been recommended to her. On top of all that, she was a cape, hemmed with fur. Thus attired, she ventured into the Mansion grounds, stepping gingerly in the snow, and watching it slowly, picturesquely fall from the sky. She even poked at it with her hands, and decided it was too cold to be entertaining.
There was music somewhere, and she turned towards the building. It was not hard to spot Carrick in one of the living room windows. He was playing his guitar, sounding... a lot less cheerful than he usually was. After that night in her room, they were back to playful banter, and Amethyst had concluded that he would tell her when he wanted more.
The window was a little bit up from ground level, but she could still reach it with one hand to knock.
That seemed to work. He grinned. Knowing he did at least one thing well was probably a good start. Amethyst doubted that he would be as bad as the thought he would.
>>”Well, I’d hate ta disappoint ya futher. I’ll do it, on one condition. If something happens and I do start ta scare ya you gotta let me know.”
"I will" she nodded. She would have, anyway. She was not required to put up with anything she didn't want to. She was royalty, after all. Was that even a question?... He seemed to want to hear it anyway.
>>”M-Maybe not just tonight?... Kissing off the table now or... Did the moment pass? Not sure the situation…”
"Sure" the princess slid off the bed too, picking her dress up and slipping it over her head. There, she was dressed. A unique situation, but oh well. "You can turn around now. And you can stay if you want to."
The princess sighed. She expected this to be fun. She liked Carrick, she liked the kissing and the purring and the wings, and she was not sure what kind of expectations he was talking about. With her powers, she had to teach any partner new things anyway. He did not seem to quite get that message.
>>”Kinda one of those cultural differences? Maybe? If me mother found out I came to yer room this late at night… would have gotten tanned good... Great at repressing and drinking.”
"I'm not sure I follow." Was it not alright to be in someone's room? She knew Americans were more prudish about intimacy than Atlantis... but he was already in here, and from the kissing it seemed like he wanted to be.
>>”I don’t really want ta disappoint ‘nd have ya lose interest ‘cause I’m shite in the sack. Flyin in unfamiliar airs... Not entirely sure how the other mes would react either. Now that I think bout it worried I’m gonna scare ya off…”
He looked miserable about the whole thing. Amethyst did not often deal with people feeling miserable, and she was spectacularly ill-equipped to cheer someone up. In this present situation, her go-to method would have been making out with him until he felt better... but that was exactly the problem. She sighed again.
"Carrick, I don't expect to be some kind of a god in bed. Because of my powers... anyone I go to bed with, I have to teach them how to do things anyway. And I don't think it's that hard to learn." she reached out, running a hand along his wing. He usually liked that. "And if you scared me off, I would not have let you kiss me. I like kissing you. This is new for me too, I've never been with a..." pause "... someone with a physical mutation." Lame. Sounded lame. "But I do want to try, with you. Not... right now, if you don't want to. But I don't think you should be embarrassed about it."
So, Carrick was a virgin. Go figure. And he seemed very embarrassed about it, as if it was something that would ruin... whatever he thought it would ruin. The two of them? Amethyst was still confused, and she was trying hard to understand what kind of a misunderstanding made him think he did something wrong. She never really had to put in this much emotional work before.
>>”Wouldn’t know, and ya seen me in class. I’m a slow study. Lot to take on. What now!?!”
"What now...?" the princess sighed, tucking her legs in under the blanket. "Now you will have to explain to me what the matter is. Because I think it is... one of those cultural differences. So can you use your words, please?... Are you afraid you are bad at sex?"
