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.
Allison... had to stop and think about that one. “Possibly. She was certainly very interesting, anyway. I’ve also met a woman who animates office supplies--makes them sentient, too, as far as I can tell--and a guy who has to keep all his promises.” She brushed her hair back again. “And then some more expected ones. Weather manipulator, weregiraffe, illusionist....”
Allison managed not to laugh at Krisz’s comment, but she did smirk. “Everything leads back to stories with you, doesn’t it?”
Allison shrugged at the books. Not all of them were pluses to her--the “precious tween trash” that Krisz had crashed into, for example--but some were good. And she’d probably have the same reaction to a music store as Krisz had to the bookstore, after all.
“Quite often literally.” Allison smirked. “I told you about dinosaur girl, didn’t I?” That had been an interesting meeting. Too bad she hadn’t seen Amber again; the girl had been interesting to talk to. And much nicer than Allison would’ve expected from someone with an ability like hers, really.
“Ugh. I’ve never worked there, and I’m never going to. Being a receptionist was better than that.” Allison made a face, though she wasn’t entirely sure if it was at the suggested fast food work or actual receptionist job. Either one was applicable.
“Well, maybe....” Allison brushed some of her hair back, the closest she’d let herself get to scratching her head while she thought. “But, I’d have to deal with people. All the time. And hygiene requirements that had no vague applicability to me, and starting a business, and....” She waved a hand at the idea. “Just not worth it, now. If I was more artistic maybe, but not now.” It was an interesting idea, though. Tattoos... or, she supposed, something else using ink. Her first thought for “other things,” though, was art, which was less than reliably profitable (and not something she was good at anyway), and her second was forgery, which was... not quite where she wanted to go. That line of thought was neatly discontinued before it went anywhere more disturbing.
“Good. I’d have to punch anyone who let you, and I’d rather not be fired right now. Well, or ever, but. The point remains.” Allison decided to just end that line of thought before it got even more mangled. She smirked and raised an eyebrow. “Oh? So do you know everything there is to know about books? False advertising is illegal you know... not that many people pay any attention to that....”
She shrugged and leaned back against the counter. “I was here, they were hiring, I needed a job. Also, I had a few sort-of-friends who were hoping for cheap books. Nothing real meaningful or interesting at all, just happened.”
Allison smirked. “Woooo. We’re the haunted bookshop. The books know what you’re looking for, and will lead you to it by making a naked boy fall onto it. No one under sixteen allowed.” She paused. “Or eighteen. Whatever the New York legal age is. Shannon’d probably be too lazy to look that up, and I certainly would, so let’s go with eighteen.”
She shrugged. “Well, you don’t really need to be, so long as you’re a ghost. No one can do anything to you. Though, being able to stay a ghost first might be best.”
She smirked again and raised an eyebrow. “Me? Mine’s not going to help me out of anything, unless there’s some evil overlord who can be bribed with tattoos. And then I’d probably just be kidnapped for the purpose anyway. I refuse to be a damsel in distress, evil overlord or not.”
“Caleb, huh?” Allison echoed. “Is there somewhere Caleb should be, then, until he regains some of his common sense? If he will, I suppose.”
The question reminded Allison of why she’d been out in the park in the first place, and she stopped waving the stick for a moment as she focused on not death glaring the (as far as she could tell, innocent) woman. “More than enough to get all the reactions, and not enough to do anything about it,” she answered. It was as close to an entirely pleasant and not bitter answer as she could get. She waved the stick a few more times before dropping it for Caleb-the-puppy-menace. “And I’m--Lily.”
So maybe it was paranoia to use her middle name, but she was still (or again) too annoyed to care much. And when--(if)--when she got everything figured out, she’d really prefer to be able to just forget this particular day if possible. Not being Allison would help with that.
“Possibly the coming back to life bit. That’s probably when I would’ve started to wonder. Or quit wondering, I suppose.”
Allison nodded absently. “Yeah, that’d be hard without going back. Though, probably not the hardest. Someone must’ve thought to wonder where the body went.” She shrugged. “You could probably work here. Shannon likes writers; I’m pretty sure I’m the only one here who isn’t.” She grinned. “And, hey. When you’re a ghost you’re immune to anything that could kill you, when you’re not most people will decide you’re not dangerous. It’d be just about impossible to have a safer adventure. Sounds like the kind of thing you’d want to take advantage of.”
“That wasn’t that long.” Allison smirked. “At least you didn’t do anything crazy to have to explain. That makes stories a lot longer.” She shrugged. “Personally, if I started floating, stopped eating and drinking, and no one could see me, I’d probably start questioning whether I was alive or not too. ...Nor would I start planning what to do when I came back to life. It’s really not the most common occurrence.” She stretched and played with a bookmark before speaking again. “So, think you’ll be able to re-ghost soon? Or want to? Because planning might be needed, otherwise. Unless you have convenient time powers too, nothing’s going to get here from Hungary too quickly even if you do want to call someone.”
Allison watched the puppy with a look that very strongly questioned what she was doing and why she’d ever considered doing it before looking up at the receptionist. “Yeah? Sure. Is this thing yours? I sort of fell on it in the park.” She shifted slightly on her--very bruised feeling, by this point--feet; she hadn’t quite noticed them with the number of bruises she had everywhere else after so much climbing and falling, but standing still was making them all more obvious. The cuts, fortunately, had mostly faded once the salt and air killed the closest nerves. “On its tail, I mean. It said it lives here.”
The puppy reappeared by Allison’s side and she absently scratched around its ears, then waved the stick she was still carrying in front of its nose.
“Oh, I don’t know, a hundred fifty maybe? Then again, I have seen people drink a lot of coffee at once... only before finals, though.” Krisz refused and she shrugged. “Let me know if you change your mind. A few weeks is a bit longer than most people go without eating.”
Allison raised an eyebrow. “Ending up halfway around the world is generally a long story. ...As is falling out of the sky with no warning. And doing both naked. We’ve got at least three long stories running together here.” She shrugged. “If you want to get ahold of someone, my father can probably do that. If not, whatever. You’re not five, you can take care of yourself.” She snorted. “As can a surprising number of five year olds. Sneaky little brats.”
Allison waved the lack of money off. “You fell out of the sky naked. If you did have money with you, I’d be extremely skeptical about touching it. It’s free.” She paused for a moment to consider just how much she could give away before Shannon quit rolling her eyes and started demanding it be paid somehow, and shrugged. “If you somehow manage to eat some insanely excessive amount, I can call my father and he’ll be able to find someone you know in Hungary to send whatever you need. Personally, I think you’d need a few days to manage that much, though.”
Allison smiled and nodded as she took the card and slid it into her pocket. “I’ll call later today, probably; if something does kidnap me I’ll call tomorrow morning.” She paused for a second to think, then continued. “Before I call, list of questions to think about. What kind of music do you like, what kind can you play, same for singing, can you play anything besides guitar, would you want to learn, how long can you play or sing without a break... oh, and is there any kind of person that you absolutely can’t get along with. A personality type, not something like ‘I can’t stand murderers.’” She nodded to herself. That’s about all, I think. “Not stuff you have to answer immediately, just general useful stuff to know prior to, say, halfway through a cross country tour.”
Allison laughed again at the boy’s reaction and held out her hand to shake his. “If you want to be, yes, I am. I’m Allison.” That really hadn’t been quite her intention, yet, but it was certainly a possibility... and if the boy was as eager as he was acting, she’d’ve been asking for real soon anyway. Certainly no harm in it. “Though I’d suggest breathing sometime soon. Singing’s a bit harder when you’re dead.”
“This hemisphere?” Allison repeated. “That sounds like an interesting story. Not many people own things in different hemispheres.” She moved back to her seat behind the counter, playing with the bookmark in Kushiel’s Dart, and smirked at Mark when she noticed his expression.
She raised an eyebrow at just how quickly Krisz was eating, and waved a hand at the blackboard behind her, covered in a--fairly smudged, it’d have to be redone soon--menu. “Coffee, tea, smoothies, shakes, ice cream, cake, sandwiches, brownies, salads, fruit, yogurt, most combinations of the above. What’d you like?”
Allison laughed at the boy’s hasty addition. “Well, good luck becoming famous without ever doing anything questionable, but that’s not what I mean. I meant more of... oh, like what risks are you willing to take, how much time would you put into it, what would you be willing to give up to get there.” She shrugged. “I had a band... actually a couple... in Chicago, but they weren’t willing to give up much of anything for it. Wouldn’t skip a party to practice, wouldn’t go play in contests they thought they’d lose. So I moved out here and they can find someone else to help amuse them if they’re ever bored again.”
