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.
Posted by Gwen Fisher on Jun 11, 2014 19:04:25 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
75
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Dec 15, 2015 18:27:41 GMT -6
Gwen hopped out of her seat seeing him walking away having not expected to be moving so quickly. She couldn’t help but let her mind wonder about what his home was like. What were his parents like. She had never really had real ones. Were families really like they showed them in movies? Would his mother welcome her with open arms? Would his dad do things like call him sport? She kind of hoped not. She didn’t think she could take a family like that.
Gwen sure would like to see a good family but she didn’t want to see them at the expense of her lunch. She was all for kind parents but there was a limit to how much she could take. The thought was nauseating. Well she pretended it was. In truth it was a little sad. Gwen would give everything to have a real family. To make this stupid mutation go away and live a real life. Sadly she would never get that.
She kind of stared at the back of his head the entire time they were walking paying no attention to where they were going or what was around them. She had never really experienced real kindness. Well she had she was just really bad at spotting it. And she usually messed it up so it dind’t last long. Yet this was the second time in the year or so that she had known Jude he had chosen to take care of her. Gwen was a little flabbergasted to say the least.
Though, as they headed through her usual stomping ground she was pulled out of her own thoughts and a bit confused. Jude was a little too well dressed for this part of town. She had always assumed he had at least a middle class family. But as they headed north towards the Bronx that became less and less of an options. Was Jude surprisingly poor?
Then she saw it. The mansion. Why was this place familiar? She looked around at where they were and it hit her. This was mutant academy. Or at least that is what she called it. Out of all the places he could have brought her this was the last one she had expected.
Gwen stopped short before they even got near the pedestrian gate. “Oh. Nonononono. I am not going there. Are you nuts?!” She was practically yelling and waving her arms around for emphasis. There was a very good reason that she avoided this part of town.
Posted by Gwen Fisher on May 28, 2014 10:55:22 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
75
0
Dec 15, 2015 18:27:41 GMT -6
Great now he was laughing at her. That jerk. She rolled her eyes but didn’t move from her spot or move her gaze off of him. She focused enough that she could actually feel his mutation more. Great a psychic. Just what she needed right now.
“I’m not a fan of full on weapons thank you. I don’t want to kill anyone and honestly could live without fighting if I can help it. You don’t always get a choice. Kind of like now.” Who the hell was this guy? Was he serious? He was talking to her like he knew better then she did. What a douche bag.
“I think I have been doing just fine with my own ways of getting money thank you. I have gone years without your advice and could have gone more if I hadn’t heard it.” Great now he wanted her name. This guy was weird. She was mugging him and he was laughing at her and he obviously didn’t understand boy language because hers was not at all warm or inviting. Honestly she wanted to know what he wanted from her and she wanted to get away before something happened.
She looked down at his hand and back up at his face apprehensively saying nothing about who she was.
Posted by Gwen Fisher on May 28, 2014 10:27:17 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
75
0
Dec 15, 2015 18:27:41 GMT -6
She shifted in her seat trying very had not to laugh at Jude for ‘scaring away another roommate.’ The idea for some reason was hilarious to her. In her experience he had been nothing but caring and nice. He must be a secret slob or something. Which honestly she could live with. Living on the street kind of desensitizes you to mess. It is really just a part of life at this point for her.
Gwen’s stomach growled again and her eyes narrowed. She had a very hard time trusting people or good things. Usually for her if it sounded too good to be true it was. Things never really worked out the nice way. Though, the fact that this could get him in a lot of trouble and likely would knowing her luck she thought she could live with it for at least a little right?
”Alright Copy Boy, but I’m still not making any promises.” She stood and followed him out of the subway walking only a step behind him and keeping herself fully aware of her surroundings. She was concentrating on her powers trying to see what was going on around her mutant wise. Her ‘parents’ did like to use mutants for their dirty work after all.
Posted by Gwen Fisher on May 24, 2014 20:17:33 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
75
0
Dec 15, 2015 18:27:41 GMT -6
Gwen couldn’t help by roll her eyes at his comment. She was homeless. Come up with something more original. Because it wasn’t her fault that there were people after her and she hadn’t had enough time to get the money needed to get a meal let alone a shower.
She sighed and listened to him carefully. This sounded a little too good to be true. There had to be a catch. “So where is this magical place where I can hide out with no strings or questions about a teenage boy housing a girl who is at least 4 years older than him? Will I get to meet the Leprechauns and Unicorns?” The sarcasm in her tone was the size of a Mack truck as she did nothing to hide how ridiculous she thought he sounded.
She looked down at herself as he gestured. She hadn’t really taken the time to notice how she looked in a while. She was dirtier than usual and her close were more worn and ripped. She hadn’t’ been taking any time to herself. Her hair was matted and greasy to the touch. She was kind of disgusting really. If she had been someone looking on at her she would have been a little afraid she wasn’t going to lie.
She sighed and gave him a serious look, “Fine. I’ll come with you to take a shower but I make no promises I am going to stay.”
Posted by Gwen Fisher on May 24, 2014 9:54:31 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
75
0
Dec 15, 2015 18:27:41 GMT -6
Gwen rolled her eyes and crossed her arms across her chest leaning back in the seat. She chuckled ot herself. She had never even thought for a second that he was hitting her nor would she. She really hopped that he was smarter then that considering she would not hesitate to punch a kid in the face.
Ah and there it was. She had been waiting for that. The offer to take her in and save her. She got this offer a lot from people who thought that they knew her. Thought that they had a responsibility to save her cause she was homeless and sad and they could.
“Sorry bud, but I don’t need to be saved. I choose to be homeless because homes are dangerous. Staying in one place is dangerous. Having a home puts you in the system. A place a will never be again.”
She sat looking at him. She could have gotten up and walked away but she knew what was coming next. He would tell her she needed help and she looked terrible and all that stuff one tells someone that needs saving.
She wasn’t a charity case. She was on the run and charity was for those that didn’t have everything to loose.
Posted by Gwen Fisher on May 24, 2014 8:19:36 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
75
0
Dec 15, 2015 18:27:41 GMT -6
Was this guy serious. He couldn’t be serious right? Great now she had to deal with some holier then thou, you can choose a better path douche bags. She hated those people. Always trying to save her when she very very much did not want to be saved. She had neither the desire or the need to be saved and would never even try and want to be saved. Gwen was a card carrying atheist actually and rather proud of it. She had seen too much in her short life to believe in any kind of god.
She gave him a look that read her annoyance with him all over her face as a jolt came through her body. She quickly pulled her hand out of her pocket and brandished the pipe in front of her the actual reason for being in the ally completely forgotten now. This guy was a mutant. Crap.
Gwen swallowed hard not sure if she should run or not. If she tried to run he may chase after her. She tried to not let her face show the growing pain in her head being this close to a mutant using his powers. Her focus was now on him and seeing as she couldn’t turn her powers off she was feeling him and every other mutant around all in her head all at once. It was terrible.
“Honestly, my normal targets are more of the tourist persuasion. Tourists are easy. Though for them you don’t’ really need to mugg all you have to do is look pathetic on the sidewalk. They just open up their wallets for you. Also they carry way to much money for New York City.” Her expression turned steely. “Now lets get down to brass tax mutant. What do you want?”
Posted by Gwen Fisher on May 23, 2014 23:08:06 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
75
0
Dec 15, 2015 18:27:41 GMT -6
Gwen scrunched up her face to show her distaste, ”Awwww. Well seek me out again when you are 21.” Gwen turned to rolling her eyes at his next words. “Whatever do you mean?”
Yes she knew exactly what he meant but she wasn’t going to show him that. She had way more important things to worry about then a nosy kid who cared about some silly homeless girl he only barely knew. Yes she owed him her life but that didn’t’ give her permission to keep on saving it.
Posted by Gwen Fisher on May 23, 2014 22:13:25 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
75
0
Dec 15, 2015 18:27:41 GMT -6
Gwen looked the kid up and down and raised an eyebrow at him, “Really kid?! Jude’s about 10 years…” She was cut off by the thing the kid pulled out of his wallet to show he was who he said he was.
She was going to regret this and she knew it. Her eyes turned a glassy milky opaque white as she used the full extent of her powers to focus in on the Copycat this boy claimed to be. She focused in on the boy before her and the powers he possessed. This was really Jude.
She blinked a few times falling out of the trance and giving the kid a weird look. “What the hell happened to you Copy Boy? Last time I saw you you were well… older and hotter.”
She kind of assumed this had something to do with his mutation but she had no way of proving it so she had to ask. She had rather looked looking at his pretty face before.
Posted by Gwen Fisher on May 23, 2014 21:33:37 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
75
0
Dec 15, 2015 18:27:41 GMT -6
Gwen tilted her head looking across the street at the idiot just standing there. It was like the guy was asking to get mugged. She raised and eyebrow and crossed her arms leaning on the brick corner of the building in her own allyway. Who did this guy think he was? He was tall and kind fo scrawny. She could take him no doubt in her mind.
She tended to find it oddly hilarious when idiots like this thought it was cool to come into her backyard and just chill. Oh no. She was going to have some fun here. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the little money she had. 4 dollars, a nickel and a button from her sweater. Her face scrunched as she considered what she wanted to do next. Looking up and down him this guy was no rich kid, but he wans’t homless like her either.
Her stomach growled making the decision for her as she moved across the street to stand directly in front of the guy with her signature pipe in hand. Reaching into her pocket she formed a gun shape with her fingers and pointed it. Sure it was the oldest trick in the book but for some reason people still fell for it. “Give me your wallet.” She said it just loud enough for him to hear giving him a rather menacing look and waiting for the inevitable hand off. Gwen was very good at this and there was no way she didn’t get a mark when she set her mind to it.
Posted by Gwen Fisher on May 23, 2014 21:16:41 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
75
0
Dec 15, 2015 18:27:41 GMT -6
Gwen seemed to jump at every little noise as she stood on the platform waiting for the train to arrive. She had taken to riding the train around the city all day for the past week. She couldn’t really pan handle while doing this and therefore hadn’t really ate in days and days but at least she knew that if she was on the subway and on the move she could be safe. Or at least she hoped she could be safe.
Ever since she saw those men outside of her favorite dinner she had been spooked on an red alert. They couldn’t have found her again could they. Maybe she had stayed in New York City too long. Maybe her plan on hiding in plainish site was never going to work. Maybe it was all doomed from the beginning and there was no way she could stay away from her ‘parents’. Not really anyway.
She let out the air she had been holding in as the train moved into the station and the doors opened. Finally she wasn’t’ stuck. Finally she was going to be moving again. She walked across the yellow line and crossed the gap into the silver metal car of the 5 train. She would ride this all the way up to 150th and then take the B back down.
Up and down Manhattan she would go until the trains stopped running and then she would walk around the streets of Manhattan until she couldn’t. As you can guess she hadn’t really slept in days. She kind of fell asleep on the train yesterday for a few hours cause she couldn’t keep her eyes open but then she freaked out and hasn’t slept since. Sleeping was dangerous. You couldn’t’ keep yourself safe when you were sleeping.
Gwen moved through the car finding a seat in the corner where she could keep an eye on everyone with her. She faced her back to the corner and settled in for the short right up to the Bronx.
Posted by Gwen Fisher on Aug 20, 2012 10:58:56 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
75
0
Dec 15, 2015 18:27:41 GMT -6
Gwen looked down at her lamb gyro and smiled. It was a small comfort and bit of normalcy but it was her small bit of normalcy. She took a deep breath of it's warm lamby eroma before picking it up and taking a big bite as she listened to Slate speak about how he wanted to help. "You assume I live in the same place all the time." She spoke through gyro filled mouth for the first scentane but chose to think the rest and spare him the rudness of talking with her mouth full. Sure I have no idea how far your range is and generally I refuse to leave the island of Manhattan but seriously you assume a lot. Taking anouther bite she chose to keep the rest of her thoughts to herself. This guy was really a trip. She didn't need to check in with someone. She had gone this long without needing anyone to take care of her and make sure she was alright and nothing had changed.
Gwen was pulled out of defiant and stubborn thoughts by words that caused her to laugh. "It's not that complicated. You pick it up and bite it." She shook her head and sighed at his oddness continuing to eat her own greek delight. She wasn't quite sure what possesed him to bring up confinement but she decided just to let him run wiht it. She was positive he had some kind of point she just didn't knwo what it was yet.
And there it was. The preverbial elephant in most rooms she was in. The good old why dont' you come back with me and let me take care of you or go to a shelter and let them take care of you thing. "Why is it that everyone assumes that I need taking care of? Why do you want to bother so much? I have been on my own for 7 years now I think I can handel it. I dont' need your network or your mansion or your help Slate." It was a little harsh but something told her that unless she siad something now he would keep trying to find more and more ways to help her or save her and she really didn't need that.
Posted by Gwen Fisher on Aug 16, 2012 11:59:37 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
75
0
Dec 15, 2015 18:27:41 GMT -6
Outside seemed to mirror the atmosphere she had created in. The street was deserted in the middle of this cool spring week day. It was unsurprising considering most of this part of the city was downtown working somewhere. Gwen sighed waiting for him to say something and brake the awkward silence she had created. She hated the fact that he was just leaving her with the thoughts of the things she had just said. Sure he probably had some thing to process of what she said. Finding out someone was bought like cattle and can talk about it so cavalierly can be a little confusing.
As his voice filled her head Gwen turned her face to look over at him taking every word he said with care. She had never really thought about the downside to not having a home or any real stable friends. The only thing she ever really saw was that living on the street meant she didn’t have a paper trail or anything to tie her to the world of a living. Sure they probably assumed she was dead by now but a part of her couldn’t help but continue to be so paranoid.
Before she could answer the food came. She smiled up at the older man to tell him that everything was alright and he walked away with only a minor look of concern on his usually smiling face. I don’t. It’s hard to make connections like that when you don’t ever stay in the same place for more then a night. I really don’t lead the kind of life that gives you connections. Most people aren’t surprised when they go days or weeks without seeing me. Sure I have people I see regularly enough but no one that would notice if I stopped coming around all together.[/color] It wasn’t exactly the nicest thing to think but it was true. Gwen hadn’t had a real friend or someone that truly cared about her past the fact that she was a sad little homeless girl in a very long time.
Posted by Gwen Fisher on Aug 10, 2012 14:57:19 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
75
0
Dec 15, 2015 18:27:41 GMT -6
So who wants to start. Us or Them? I asked Kat and she said we are within the boundaries of the town more then likely. We are very close to Central Park.
Posted by Gwen Fisher on Aug 10, 2012 14:54:28 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
75
0
Dec 15, 2015 18:27:41 GMT -6
Gwen’s defensive stance faded as she listened to the conviction in his voice. For once she found herself wondering if such a man was doing good for the good of doing good and with no ideas of personal gain what so ever. Such a concept was more then a little hard for her to wrap her mind around. She had seen the darkest most greedy sides of some of the nicest people, as far as she was concerned everyone had some kind of thought of themselves deep down in their hearts. And no one did things without expecting something in return even if it was just to make themselves feel better. In her experience there really was no such thing as a truly good person. Not even herself. Yet somehow as she listened to this freak of a man before her she could see something in him she had never seen before. She saw true selflessness to the level that she tried to have for the people out there. Sure she was far from ungreedy, but she tried her best to put those people before herself if she could. If she had to go hungry so they could eat she would and something told her this man would too.
“I would take you up on that but I would never want to take a meal away from someone that needed it more then I ever do. I am resourceful and I can take care of myself. And besides if I have to go hungry so someone else can eat I would prefer that.” Her tone was different, calmer, and her hands were no longer crossed over her chest protectively. She no longer stood as a crusader on a mission but instead just a girl standing in front of a man listening to him tell her the truth. “Like I said I made this choice and most of them didn’t. I refuse to take things from those who have no other choice but to have nothing.”
Posted by Gwen Fisher on Aug 10, 2012 13:54:42 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
75
0
Dec 15, 2015 18:27:41 GMT -6
Gwen could hear the French cadence of the man who had saved her from what was probably death but could not make out anything he was saying. Finally her hearing was equalizing and though she couldn’t understand them she could hear their voices. Jude the French copy cat and his Russian girlfriend. She could hear someone leave and the sounds of the blonde still helping her. The room was still blurry however and she didn’t know when she would be able to see once more. Though it only took a few seconds for the girl to destroy her heads small amount of reorienting.
Gwen’s head started spinning as she felt herself being lifted off the bed. She sighed and her body relaxed as she was lowered into the warm embrace of the water. It was a small idea but it was a good one. Up until this moment she had been freezing to death. Gwen tried to sink as much of her body into the water in pursuit of warmth. As the water cooled Gwen shivered but did not move as the water was the only thing protecting her from the cold air outside.
