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 glance over his shoulder was all he needed to convey that message that, despite the stench of the air in the sewer, her attitude was what he thought truly stunk.
"Yeah. We're nearly there. Just a few more turns. Keep your voice down. When we get there, you two will want to hang back. I've got to let everyone know we've got some new recruits coming. And some of these people are a bit quick to react when they see faces they don't know down here. Wouldn't want either of you sweeties getting hurt." Even though robbing them was perfectly fine.
One turn became two, then three. Finally, they reached the fourth corner. He popped his head around and held up his hand in the jive for stop. Amelia rolled her eyes.
"You wait here..." He said quietly. The guy slipped around the corner, leaving the two girls to their thoughts.
Amelia laughed at Megan's joke, but a hardcore Potterhead behind them could have burned holes in the woman's neck with her glaring. Luckily, neither of them noticed the curly brown hair or the gold and red scarf.
Amelia took the paper back and folded it into her pocket.
"This is actually my first one," Amelia said. "I train with Mirror in the Danger room all the time. Self Defense and all that. But he's my boyfriend, and God knows we aren't the best sparring partners when we're distracted." She grinned. "I tried out for the X-men and messed up. So I figured I'd take some classes." Her voice dropped a little. The next line she said mainly to herself. "Shame I didn't take any FBI ones when Miri was handing out classes like candy... could have learned lots."
Yup. She'd defended her honor AND prevented Megan from burning her bedding Win win? Shame Gawain hadn't burst into flames from a blush. Amelia's smile turned into a smirk at the rolled eyes. He just couldn't win. Outnumbered,. he dealt with it. And then they moved on.
It was a good thing they'd moved on. Ego-crushing, she noted, would probably not have been very fun for him. She'd wanted to get even, not ruin his day. Thank goodness her guy could roll with the punches. And... Megan with the good guys?
"Not too far," Amelia was vague. She rolled up off the bed and to her feet. "Shouldn't take long to get there at all."
And with only a few moments on Gawain's bed, they were out the door again. No reason to say 'follow me', as the action implied it. Off they went.
Now, what had the dojo she'd seen a flyer for been called again, Amelia pondered as she sat down on the bus. It rattled along. Her eyebrows were knitted in thought. Hm. She dug in a jacket pocket and found a flyer, all folded up. There it was.
"This is it," she pointed, offering the flyer to Megan. "Should be in that area in a couple of stops."
The flyer was colorful and descriptive, with a pair of clip art fat pinkish stick figure people grappling, one flipping the other over its back. The reason she'd picked this particular dojo was simple; not only was the flyer descriptive, it was also enchanted.
"I think some sort of ink mutant messed with that thing so the little people fight back and forth on the paper like something out of Harry Potter. If Harry Potter flipped people over his shoulder with applications of physics." She said.
Gawain wasn't in, but Megan was. And... the smile faded on Amelia's face slightly at the sight of her. She was pretty beat up. Amelia followed the invite on into the room, frowning.
As she walked in, her hands linked behind her and her eyes strained around for clues as to what had happened, or what the lady was dealing with. Messed bedsheets, no makeup, jammie shorts and tank top, and she had bruises... but no clues other than that (that she could see).
"I was," she said, as she sat down on Gawain's bed. Her hands rested on either side of her as she looked at Megan. "But you work, too... I was looking for someone to go to Aikido classes with me and learn some self defense. You interested?" She gave Megan a searching look. For now, she wasn't gonna dig at injury origins. But probably soon.
Aikido. It was an option. She'd been wanting to learn some sort of self defense. One of her favorite book characters of all time was a master in Aikido. That made it an even better option.
Having lost to the martial Arts God emperor in the danger room session... she really wanted to bone up on her self defense moves. Struggling against Gawain in the danger room was one thing, but it was not enough. And so many sessions ended early...
Ahem. She shook that thought.
Amelia idly wondered if Gawain was in her room right now. Or it it was a Maya day. A few minutes later, she was at his door.
She didn't have a key, so she knocked.
Note to self: Get key.
"Anyone home?"
No socks on door. Meant no Megans in there with other people. Not that she'd ever witnessed such a feat. And was glad she hadn't yet.
Smirking and joking about being a perfect, trouble-free kid were one thing she could laugh about and entertain joking about. But when her honor and purity as a lady were put into question!?
Amelia smiled dangerously. "Been seeing other women than me, to be doing it in all of those places, then?" She asked. An eyebrow arched testingly. "Because I really only remember that one time with Maya on your bed."
Take. That. Mister. You take your medicine and enjoy.
>>“Don’t go out of your way but, that would be really great.”
Amelia smiled honestly. "It'd be no problem." She said.
Because, really, there wasn't any problems with helping a friend of a friend out. Even if said friend was your boyfriend's ex-girlfriend. She expected the girl would do the same for Gawain.
Twyla was surprised, and highly impressed, at her intent to join the FBI. She wasn't sure if she'd ever told Gawain that, truthfully. He must've really been reeling from seeing Twyla, since he hadn't reacted with surprise. But then again, he knew her. He knew she was a surprise a minute. He could only smirk so much before his face got tired.
"My old babysitter, Miri. She's a family friend. I sort of looked up to her when I was a kid. She's in the FBI. I guess I've always just felt drawn to it. Plus, if I got into investigative sciences, I could be pretty good there... and my brother's always shoveling mystery novels and TV shows down my throat." Amelia smiled wryly.
Twyla turned the conversation back to Gawain, and Ami blinked. Then, she got mad. She chuckled, smiling, laughing it off. "That's funny," she said. "Acting like you've even got a choice to not go to college. I'm going to make you." She crossed her arms. The bike was leaned against the wall, safe and away now, so she totally could give him to most serious arms-crossed look on the planet. With a 'don't-dare-argue-this' smile.
Books. A topic Amelia approved of. Also, dance. She took note as they went, wheeling along. The girl could be a nurse, too. Amelia's eyes settled on Gawain's back approvingly. This girl had been a good catch for his first romance. Of course, she herself was WAY better, but... her eyes returned to Twyla and she chimed in after Gawain. "You don't sound lame, by the way. Nursing is a really cool field. One of my friends at school has a dad who's a doctor. I might be able to get you some contacts."
She could wrangle something up.
On the topic of her. It was Amelia's turn to share. "Nope," she said. "I live with my parents. Go to a different school, too. I really only come here to hang out. As for interests... let's see." She considered. "Books. Soccer. Basketball. I'm thinking about a career in forensic sciences or law enforcement. Maybe with the FBI."
She took the cheeky grin... and Gawain's entire lack of a directed response towards it... as a show of being 'okay' with said nefarious plan Megan had stolen (to make Gawain her roomie). It was too bad Gawain hadn't fallen over and died blushing and all of that! But Megan's response was just as good.
More than a handful... She mentally rebutted. She kept that comment to herself.
Megan, hanging around all the time, she considered. And going to school. And rooming with her boyfriend? While she approved of the woman, maybe yeah... that might have been a bit 'MUCH'. In capital letters. Probably bolded. With italics. And spiders?
She was lucky the idea of voyeuristic spiders did not occur to her, nor the full extent of the lady's power.
Gawain was okay with the woman, and her staying for a while. As long as she kept her spider claws off her boyfriend/girlfriend, she was okay with it, too. The lady seemed like fun. She waited on a response to his question, using her silence as a reply towards questions of objections. She simply crossed her arms and waited with a smile.
The thug scrunched up his face as he turned back towards them. "Dunno," he said. "Most of the people who see it don't end up writing tell-all exposés."
So, it was impressive, whatever it was, Amelia noted. "Guess we'll just have to be ready for everything," she commented. God, she hoped it wasn't nudity...
On and on, on and on. As they went, the paths curved, turned, and went downwards. Sometimes, they sloped up. 'Mazelike' was the best word to describe it. If he hadn't been there to guide them, they would have been hopelessly lost. At times, they reached dead ends that looked like they'd caved in. They'd turn, revise their plan. Some places looked like they'd been built over, built around. There were big pools, tiny tunnels. Everything one would expect from a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles comic book, and more. It was stomach-turning as much as it was head-turning.
Amelia suppressed the thought that the jerk could just as easily shove them off or get them lost as he could turn them over to his king and get them killed. This could very well have been a bad idea.
But hell. She was the main character. Bad ideas would just have to get out of her way.
Aurum's eyes widened as he glanced up from his magazine in the front seat of the van and saw the girls approaching at breakneck speeds.
"Big. Yeah." Amelia agreed, between breaths. "There's the van."
And suddenly, they were there. The doors slid open quick as a snap, then slammed shut.
"DRIVE!!!"
Aurum spun on them, yelling "What the hell?!"
"Just. DRIVE!" Amelia shouted back. She shot him the most angriest look on the planet. The man was not one to argue with that look. As he pulled away from the parking spot, a tree fell somewhere in the forest and made a sound. He didn't ask.
"Whew." Amelia flopped down in a chair and rested her heavy arms on the arm rests.
