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 Jul 20, 2012 20:16:21 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Dec 15, 2015 18:27:41 GMT -6
Me and Drew were talking and we think it may be interesting to have Gwen, the Horseman of Conquest, and Drew, Styx, show up at the town with a gift of food. We were wondering who would be interested in joining this and how you would receive two of the horseman coming with a gift.
Posted by Gwen Fisher on Jul 20, 2012 16:48:59 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
75
0
Dec 15, 2015 18:27:41 GMT -6
“You act as if I speak for all homeless people. Honestly the homeless are more resorcful then anyone gives them credit for but there are those that I try to look out for that havn’t really gotten the resourceful thing yet or will never. There are so many who aren’t like me and didn’t choose this and they don’t deserve what they get. Not all of them anyway.” Gwen was acutally quite offended that he would assume such a thing. Sure she was using generalizations but most poepel only really understood the stereotype and really there were stereotypes because there was someone somewhere who had seen them done. Gwen had to actually stop herself form screaming at him.
She didn’t want to have anything to do with this man. He like all the others didn't get it. Desperation does crazy crazy things to people. Gwen’s hands clenched into fists at her sides as she narrowed her stare. “Honestly I have enough resources to find my own food thank you. Unlike most I’m not living in desperation. You see, it has nothing to do with decision making you moron. When you’re desperate, and I mean really desperate, you will do anything to eat. I’ve seen people lower themselves to the darkest depths for the most miniscule scraps. So, I’m sorry Mister ‘I have a horn on my head’ but it isn’t a huge leap to assume that some of these people will gladly preach your good word all over Manhattan if you promise them a meal and as far as I am concerned that is taking advantage of the homeless.” Gwen looked away from him with a chuckling release of air and took a step back, “You may think that I’m judgy and rude. Those aren’t anything new for me, I’ve been called both before. In fact I have even been called crazy on occasion but there is one thing I care about more than my own survival and that is the survival of the people who didn’t choose to be out there. A number that is actually rising every day and that scares me. ” Gwen’s tone was different. It was calm but determined. She was no longer yelling and waving her arms about to make her point but was instead very quiet. “Sure they need food, but if I were in your shoes I would take it to them. I wouldn’t tell them I was part of a church or an organization. I would just show up and hand them hot meals. No words. No,” Gwen gestured all around her, “this. Nothing but food and a smile. They can make the choice to take it or not and if they asked all I would say is it came from a helping hand. Just because you have a building doesn’t mean they should have to come to it to get fed.”
Posted by Gwen Fisher on Jul 20, 2012 10:56:57 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
75
0
Dec 15, 2015 18:27:41 GMT -6
Gwen leaned on her elbow with a sigh of relief and a smirk at what she could only assume was his hearing of her mind bother him. She was a quick thinker, it was part of her instincts, and she could only imagine what it was like to be in there when she was on a mental rant as she was known to do. “Honestly I usually avoid telepaths like the plague. I kind of hate the idea of loosing that control. For me the wrong person knowing my thoughts could be very very dangerous.” For either her life on the streets or for the people she assumed were still looking for her.
Though she was a bit taken aback by the direct question she was also not very surprised about it. She had known going into this lunch that he would probably end up knowing more about her then she wanted him to considering his abilities. She had hunted down enough telepaths in her time to know that they always know more then you want them to.
Gwen sat up and stared into Slate’s eyes unsure of what to say. She didn’t really like talking about it and in true honesty she didn’t have to, she could just think it, but she also knew that he would more then likely drag it out of her thoughts somehow. This kid may have been naive but he wasn’t stupid. Listen, I don’t really like to talk about this but I guess I have kind of not really given myself a choice. The short story is that when I was a kid I was… well bought I guess by this couple that saw mutants as a great way to gain money and power. They used me to track them down until I ran away when I was 13. Of course there is more to it then that but that is the big stuff.
Gwen fell silent in both thought and speech. She didn’t really know what to say after that nor did she really want to say anything else. The only thing she could see to do was to lean on her elbow once more and look out the window scared to look the boy before her in the eyes.
Posted by Gwen Fisher on Jul 20, 2012 10:22:31 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
75
0
Dec 15, 2015 18:27:41 GMT -6
Gwen’s tapped her heel and filled the room around her with sound as she gave the man before her a look almost warning him to give her more of a reason to punch him. She knew she shouldn’t punch someone in a church there had to be something about condemning your eternal soul there right, but she really really hated people like this. They were all so entitled. Religion seemed to make people idiots who thought they could do whatever they wanted in the name of God and she really didn’t get it.
Gwen almost wanted to chuckle as he did exactly what she expected of a ‘man of God’. He stayed calm and tried to get close to her so he could talk her out of being angry and talk her into loving his church, but guess what she wasn’t buying what he was selling. She had had enough people try to talk her into things over the years thinking that the poor little homeless girl or the poor little orphaned mutant would just follow along with anything they said that she had built up a constitution stupid.
Gwen lifted an eyebrow at his use of the term young lady. She wasn’t what she would call young and she was most certainly not a lady. This guy had to be s#*ting her. “That is what they all say. They want to feed us cause we are hungry but while we are here they start talking to us about the word of God and how he can help the desperate and what you say starts to make sense and all of a sudden you get a crazy homeless guy standing on the side of the street with a God Will Judge All sign or some s***. I’m sorry if I just so happen to not believe you. Even people with the best intentions can do the most horrible of things. You may not even realize the ramifications of what you are doing. People are lemmings and you put them in desperation they just get worse.”
Posted by Gwen Fisher on Jun 26, 2012 11:32:01 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
75
0
Dec 15, 2015 18:27:41 GMT -6
Gwen was pulled out of her yelling by the arrival of exactly who she was looking for. Vinny, one of her street friends who was more then a little naive about kindness from strangers, had told her about the leader god of the church and she knew him to be a tall man with a unicorn horn on his head. Vinny had told her he was immortal and kind and good and just wanted to help, but they always seemed good and kind and just wanted to help before the forced you to join them or do something for them in order to get their help. It was a vicious cycle of taking advantage and she was done with it.
She jumped off of the pew with a loud thump on the stone floor and waltzed over to the shorter man. “Actually yes you can help me. You can stop taking advantage of my friends thank you.” Gwen's tone was more then a little filled with daggers as she smirked and crossed her arms on her chest her attitude was her best defense when it came to be intimidating after all. Her hip was cocked to the side and she looked up at the unicorn man as if he was much much smaller then she was. Though, as far as she was concerned, people like him were smaller. "People like you make me sick." She cut him off before he could speak and try to explain himself, "I may be homeless but that doesn't mean that I am helpless and can be taken advantage of and that goes double for my friends. Stop using food to convert the less fortunate you a-hole."
Posted by Gwen Fisher on Jun 26, 2012 9:59:15 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
75
0
Dec 15, 2015 18:27:41 GMT -6
Gwen had a serious amount of hate for people who thought it was okay to take advantage of the homeless. Sure they were down on their luck and desperate in most cases but that didn’t mean that they weren’t people. That didn’t mean that you could take advantage of them and use them for your personal gains in life and give them no respect at all. This was actually why Gwen didn’t believe in organized religion. She wasn’t an atheist by any means. She had lived through too much to not believe in some higher power lending a hand in keeping her alive over the years. What she didn’t believe in was organized religion. She actually found the entire concept to be a bit of a joke. To her religion was something that was hugely personal and going to church kind of crushed that idea. Going into a building and praying and singing and listening to a so called expert who is probably more of a sinner then his parishioners, while he lined his pockets you’re your ‘donations to the church’ all the while didn’t really seem like a useful way to spend ones time. Actually it sounded like a terrible way to spend your time as far as Gwen saw it. She would rather pray alone in an ally when she needed guidance or yell at god when she was pissed off or had a bad day then even set foot in a church, but on occasion one must suck it up for the greater good of all. That was why she now stood in a large empty church yelling her head off trying to get someone’s attention.
“Um Hello!! I know there has got to be someone here otherwise it wouldn’t be open to the public. Come out and face me you coward. Come out and face your judgment.” Yeah sure it was silly but she wasn’t much for fire and brim stone and may have gotten more then a few jollies in throwing their own crap back in their terrible advantage taking faces. Her voice echoed off the empty pews and vacant space of the room. “Hellooooooo!!! I’m just going to keep yelling until someone comes out here. I am not going to stand idly by while you take advantage of these poor people. Churches like yours make me sick. Just cause someone is homeless and down on their luck doesn’t mean that you can use the promise of food to convert them to your crazy cult beliefs.” Gwen moved to stand on a pew near the center of the room and looked up at the ceiling hoping that it would echo so loud they couldn't ignore her laments, "Come out come out wherever you are Mr. Unicorn Man."
Posted by Gwen Fisher on Jun 20, 2012 7:59:34 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
75
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Dec 15, 2015 18:27:41 GMT -6
I know this is a little late but I am in dance recital crunch time and therefore will be a little absent until after this weekend. Thanks for the understanding and sorry again that this message didn't go up a week ago.
This message applies to Gwen Fisher and Kate Finch-Hatton
Posted by Gwen Fisher on Jun 13, 2012 10:38:14 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
75
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Dec 15, 2015 18:27:41 GMT -6
“Because I do.” Gwen’s walls shot up at the mere question of her life style. This guy may have been funny but he sure as hell asked a lot of questions, which was something she didn’t overly trust. Though the question of why was a natural one to ask when presented with the idea of someone choosing to be homeless and unemployed, Gwen was more then a little paranoid about being questioned about her past. Everyone had their reasons for being homeless and unemployed and as far as Gwen was concerned hers was better then most. She chose to live like this and there wasn’t much one could say to convince her it wasn’t the best option.
Her heart raced as she was pulled into feverish and rather loud thoughts analyzing every moment she had spent with the man before her looking for some sign that he may have been sent by the enemy. They had used telepaths before she wouldn't put it past them now to do the same. Even after all these years. “I was hesitant because most people just assume about the homeless thing. Everyone assumes I am just down on my luck and trying to find my way out of it or that I am some kind of junkie who isn’t worth their time cause I did this to myself. Which is partially right. I did do this to myself.” She hasn’t meant to answer him out loud but she wasn’t exactly thinking straight at the moment. S**t he is probably listening to you right now and you are only confirming what he may or may not be looking for.
“It can be inconvenient when you don’t know how to play it.” She took a deep breath to calm her racing heart. As she listened to his loud thoughts she was once again brought back to the reality that he was just some silly sheltered rich kid who was more then a little curious about the funny homeless girl. “I have been doing this since I was 13 and over the years I’ve learned exactly how to work the angles to get what I need to live… and bathe.” Gwen’s mind calmed and she settled back into the nice lunch she was going to have this a rather naive rich kid.
[OCC: Feel free to assume what he hears in her frantic thoughts]
Posted by Gwen Fisher on May 31, 2012 21:05:19 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
75
0
Dec 15, 2015 18:27:41 GMT -6
You’re welcome. This boy was defiantly odd but for some reason Gwen kind of liked it. He was funny.
Gwen scanned her menu but was paying little attention to it. She knew exactly what she was going to get and so did the person who was making it and everyone else that worked there, she only ever got one thing. Grilled Cheese and Tomato Soup. Sure there were things way more interesting on the menu but something about Grilled Cheese and Tomato Soup reminded her of a better time before she fell down the stairs and was sold to the highest bidder.
The waitress smiled at Slate’s very precise pronunciation, “The usual Gwen?”
“Absolutely thank you.” With that she was gone and the pair was left to talk some more.
Gwen was taken aback by the next thing that came out of the little Italian’s mouth. No one had really asked her what her plans were. Sure plenty of people had tried to force her off of the streets and into what they deemed to be a better life, which she refused to take, and of course she had been asked why she lived on the street before, which she always brushed off and changed the subject, but no one ever asked her if she actually wanted to leave the streets they always just assumed she did. “Honestly…” She looked at him with confusion obvious on her face and every word she said came out slow as if it was a foreign language, “I do intend to keep living like this. I chose this actually.”
