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.
This had to be what people meant about living in an ivory tower. If he didn't turn on the TV, Jameson could almost forget about what was going on outside...almost. There were police lights and sirens flashing in reflection off of the buildings that surrounded his apartment, and if he looked down and squinted hard enough, he could see what was happening in the streets.
His feelings about the reporter were mixed...the woman had always rubbed him the wrong way with her reports, but she'd looked so severely beaten on the TV screen it made some testosterone-driven surge of protectiveness swell inside of him. It was hard to imagine what it would be like for someone who actually liked the redhead.
Curiosity had won out at some point in the last 48 hours, and he'd phased down to see the action. For some reason he'd thought it would be exciting...and he'd been so wrong. All of his life he had thought of the police as the good guys. They were who you looked for if you were lost, someone with a badge had always meant safety and security. He was grown now...but the thought that maybe they weren't the bastion of moral compass that he'd thought they were shook him on a fundamental level. Needless to say, after that point he'd stayed where was in his ivory tower, reading superhero comics and trying to avoid his parents.
Finally, he couldn't take it any longer, he snatched his phone from its eerily silent position on his nightstand and held the button that initiated the speed dial for Ami's number.
The good news was that Ami was at least considering helping him out with his powers. If nothing else, she'd be able to help with his confidence. One thing he'd figured out quickly was that Ami had that in spades. Even in the throes of what had to be a bad breakup she was more self-contained than most people he knew.
The inevitable knocking from the police chose that moment to arrive.
Jameson could hear his parents moving to the door, opening it, and admitting the brass.
"I didn't know." Jameson admitted. Then again, they hadn't really been close over the years. There was also the fact that he hadn't ever really paid much attention to the girls' team. They were rivals for attention at school. In fact, he and his teammates had often aimed jeers in the girls' general direction.
Maybe that was a trend that would have to change.
"I could totally go for some work on the power stuff though. I guess if I think about it really hard and try to make a square peg fit in a round hole our powers are a bit similar."
Jameson tilted his head as he looked at her. Somehow she didn't seem the type who would be a trainer. Ami was too unique, too original to do something mundane like teach a person how to be a super hero. The thought made Jameson chuckle even as it crossed his mind though, and he realized he was interested in her proposition.
And aikido? The teen didn't even know if he'd be able to repeat the word if he tried. It was obviously some kind of martial art...and he could come to class if he didn't mind getting tossed around by a girl.
He smiled again, and it was every bit as wry as Ami's.
"Why not. If I'm not on a court I get thrown around by everyone else."
That sparked an idea.
"That reminds me. The season is about to start, you should check out a game sometime."
She knew about all the actresses his mom mooned over, she knew about the cranes, she knew about Japanese history. She was also really pretty, if older, and completely out of his league. There was stuff here that he could really use in his assignment too.
Then, she asked him a question. Jameson blushed scarlet, he hated being put on the spot. There was the traditional meaning of the rising sun...but was that what the woman was going for?
"I heard somewhere that a sunrise is symbolic of a new beginning." He said, a bit hesitantly. He didn't have the kind of knowledge that his helper did.
"But I don't know if that fits in with everything you said about cranes and the warrior spirit... It does kind of go along with the pine tree and stuff though..."
It had taken the crane a thousand years to fly to the sun.
"The sun always rises and sets too. Constantly. Over and over again. Kind of goes with the other themes in the painting."
Jameson grabbed on to the power talk like a little life-line. It was way better to talk about things like that than it was to think about the fact that there were going to be police in his apartment very soon. Police who were going to talk to him about the fact that he'd nearly been kidnapped.
Insanity. Yes. Powers were much better.
"How did you learn to be so good?" Jameson found himself asking.
"I mean, I go to lessons and I can still barely get in and out of myself on purpose. I've never seen you at lessons, but you're taking out kidnappers and making red stuff."
There was obviously a wealth of information to be found here, Jameson decided as the museum employee spoke. She knew so much, so very much about the painting he'd been staring at, and the concept of timelessness.
He nodded his head.
"It made me think about the flag, the Japanese one, and the whole 'Land of the Rising Sun' thing." He'd paid attention in History class, especially during the World War II unit. It had been a while, but there were things that just stuck. Jameson hadn't brought a pen or paper, everything he needed for research would be on the internet later, he was just here to see.
"My Mom always calls people like Audrey Hepburn and Deborah Kerr timeless. I guess movies are timeless when they stay relevant. I guess art could be the same way, but not those stiff portraits of people from the 17 and 1800's."
Jameson trailed off and his eyes roamed, catching the cranes that were present in so many of the paintings.
"I can't help but notice the cranes." They were cranes, weren't they? "They're in so many of the paintings." He realized he probably sounded dumb and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "I mean, it is a bird exhibit...but still."
How on Earth was a person supposed to define timelessness using art? Years down the line, Jameson figured he'd probably have no trouble with the assignment, but right now it just seemed unreasonable.
He was seventeen years old.
Sure, he'd heard his Mother talk about things being 'timeless' but it was always as she sighed wistfully at an old movie on TV, or when they were poking around in an antique store. The way she said "timeless" inspired thoughts of things that were retro, but still cool...things that still worked. Jameson could have dealt with that definition, but somehow it felt wrong for this assignment.
So he was looking at birds. Japanese ones. Far from being an art connoisseur, Jameson had spent the first part of his day simply wandering around and trying to find something that 'spoke' to him. Once he found that, he figured, he could make something work. Japanese art was always cool, the way the brush strokes blended into one another, or away from one another. It all looked so free...the bird in the picture he stood in front of was a crane, its beak and wings stretched out as it flew in front of a rising sun. There was a tree too...all-in-all it was pretty awesome.
A voice startled the teen, and he turned to see someone he could only have described as unique-looking. That said something in New York City. Obviously she worked for the museum, he decided quickly, or else she'd have never approached a pensive looking teen.
"Unless you can find a way to define 'timelessness' using art, and write a two page paper for me, I'm not sure there's anything you can help me with. I came up here to get away from the crowds and try to wrap my head around the whole idea...these crane paintings are really really cool."
Ami's parents listened in on her phone calls? Jameson felt one of his eyebrows rising up his forehead in her general direction. He hadn't pegged her for the kind of rebel that inspired parents to spy. Then again, he hadn't really thought she seemed the type to beat up a giant lizard in a back alleyway either.
He really needed to work on his people judging skills.
Still though, maybe he didn't have it so bad. As far as Jameson knew, his parents had never done such a thing...which reminded him.
"Uh Dad..." he said, sheepishly. His dad had taken all the kidnapping business pretty well in stride, but the next part would be more difficult.
"During all the commotion...I sort of lost my cell phone."
Yup. The amusement drained from Mr. Harris' face, and he shook his head. "I'm going to go find your Mother. We'll talk later."
As soon as he was out of earshot, Jameson groaned and slouched back in his seat, eyeing Ami across the coffee table.
"I wish I could blame you for this. It would be easier than feeling useless."
Posted by Jameson Harris on Feb 26, 2013 20:14:52 GMT -6
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And his palm hit his forehead...and it hurt a whole lot because of the lump that was still there.
His mom wasn't impressed by the explanation either. In fact, it looked like her eyes were about to pop out of her head for a moment before she visibly pulled herself together. Sometimes his mother's mastery of calm seemed other-worldly.
"One thing is for sure. We definitely need to call the police." She said, moving over to Jameson to poke and prod at the lump. He jerked his head away as thoroughly as possible, but was thwarted at every turn. There was nothing to do but suffer through her examination. Finally, she released him.
"You went down an alleyway?"
Jameson almost facepalmed again.
"Yes, but it was right down the street mom. I don't know why the guy was after me...Ami told the truth, she kicked his butt when I phased out."
There was that calm again.
"I'm going to call the police. Get your story ready." She said, then left the room.
Posted by Jameson Harris on Feb 19, 2013 22:49:22 GMT -6
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Ami's frankness earned her a glare from Jameson as the room exploded.
It didn't seem possible that a room could explode with only four people in it, but the two adults did a great job of making it happen. For a moment, there was nothing but voices, and then the diminutive woman in the middle of the room took charge.
Holding up a hand, she spoke loudly. "Stop." She pointed at the chair that Jameson had risen from at some point. "Sit."
There was nothing else for it. Jameson sat.
"Explain."
It had only taken three words, but Jameson cracked like an egg shell.
"It's not what you think...it was just around the corner...and there was this lizard guy...and then I phased...and if Ami hadn't been there the guy would have just dragged me off. I bashed my head when he dropped me."
Posted by Jameson Harris on Feb 19, 2013 22:24:54 GMT -6
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Yup. They were already doing it.
Jameson's mom beamed and introduced herself right back to Ami, and his dad stood there looking between the two of them. He noticed the bruise first, and Jameson knew when he did. It was the slow eyebrow raise, and the surreptitious glance towards Jameson's mother. There was no way she wouldn't notice. Jameson dropped his head in a mildly defeated nod as his mother chattered away at Ami.
"I hope you didn't get that bruise fighting to impress this young lady." He said, and immediately his mother was on him with laser focus, brushing back his hair with fire in her eyes.
Jameson winced, pulling away from her hands.
"I didn't get it from fighting...it's actually a little more complicated than that."
His mother stepped back and crossed her arms, looking between the two of them.
Posted by Jameson Harris on Feb 19, 2013 17:53:32 GMT -6
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Jameson nodded, wrapping his hands around each other. He was not fidgeting. His parents were not going to go apeshit when they found out what was going on.
Just then, the key turned in the lock.
"And here they are." He said, leaning back in his seat, Jameson waved as the couple made their way around the corner and into the room.
Jameson's mom was tiny. It was probably why he was less than impressive in stature. She had dark hair that curled around her shoulders, and looked like she'd probably be more at home in a boutique than a business office. She stopped short, and broke into a wide grin when she saw that Jameson wasn't alone.
"Ohhhhh. So that is why you didn't answer your phone." She said, crossing her arms and smirking at her son.
"Are you going to introduce us?"
It could have been worse. Jameson told himself...his mom had only been mildly mortifying after all.
Posted by Jameson Harris on Feb 19, 2013 17:03:27 GMT -6
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"I thought you were being pretty stoic." Jameson admitted. Part of him wanted to launch into a tirade about how hard break ups were and how difficult it was going to be for her to get through everything. That's what tended to happen in sitcoms...right before the girl burst into tears and guy looked like a fool.
He needed to be more suave here. The girl needed a shoulder that was only kind of a shoulder. It was slowly becoming Jameson's mission.
"And it's not a problem." IT really wasn't, like he said.
Now, they'd been avoiding what had happened long enough that his parents were probably going to get home any second.
"So, we decided we were going with the truth about this whole thing, right?"
