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 Jameson Harris on Jan 22, 2013 20:13:38 GMT -6
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They turned down the alleyway, Ami started to say something that surely would have been clever, and suddenly a huge, scaly arm was wrapping itself around Jameson's chest and under his arms.
"What th-" he said, and was jerked completely off his feet...at which point everything blurred and suddenly the teen was watching himself be carted down the deserted alleyway.
Perfect. He'd been startled enough to phase out.
"You've got to be kidding me! Not now! he shouted as he watched his body go completely rag-doll limp. Too bad nobody could hear him...or see him...or anything.
The lizard guy was strong, but Jameson was pretty sturdy himself. That didn't do him any good in his current form, but at least he had one shred of hope to hold on to... That much dead weight in a body was awkward to carry...even if you were a lizard guy.
The clock was ticking though, and the guy was getting further away. Forward the spirit kid moved, trying to stay within 50 feet. Ami was shouting orders, hopefully the lizard-guy would listen...that or hopefully she'd picked up a thing or two from her FBI agent baby-sitter.
Posted by Jameson Harris on Jan 21, 2013 19:26:42 GMT -6
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A FBI Agent babysitter. Man, Jameson decided, he'd really been missing out on the finer aspects of life. He didn't mention that he'd had an au pair until he'd been fifteen. That was need-to-know information, and he and Ami just weren't there yet.
The way she'd ended that sentence almost suggested that she wanted him to ask more, but Jameson didn't. Not yet. It was a bit of a walk to his building still, and there'd hopefully be time to talk once they got there. It was chilly now, and he wanted to focus on getting home. They were a block too far over, and there were plenty of cut throughs they could take. Normally, alone, he wouldn't have chanced it, but he was with someone, and the streets were relatively busy.
"You can tell me later. For now, let's cut through here, my building is a street over."
Posted by Jameson Harris on Dec 16, 2012 23:03:08 GMT -6
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As they walked, Jameson followed Amelia's example and shot a text off. His was to his parents, letting them know that he was bringing a friend home with him for a while. They never minded, in fact, they loved meeting his friends and were generally pretty cool about things. They stayed out of his business too. It was a relief when he heard about the way some other parents were.
Text message sent, Jameson slipped his phone back into his jeans pocket and looped his thumbs through the straps of his backpack as they walked. They could see the park from here and the outline of the trees against the night sky was nice.
"So, how did you end up getting involved with guns and the FBI? The most excitement I've had lately was that fist fight between two sophomores a week ago."
...and he'd only heard about that through word of mouth.
Posted by Jameson Harris on Dec 16, 2012 21:41:20 GMT -6
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Damn. She'd totally one-upped him, hadn't she? It was with something that made his eyebrow climb up his forehead too.
"An FBI Agent, huh? I want to hear that story." How was it that so many people in New York lived more interesting lives than he did? Maybe he needed to hang out with people like Amelia more.
The bus slowed and the stop was called, "After we get outside." he said, shouldering his backpack and leaving the bus one companion richer than he'd been when he entered.
"You don't really need to be vetted or anything, by the way." he added hastily over his shoulder, "It was just a joke."
Posted by Jameson Harris on Dec 16, 2012 20:54:09 GMT -6
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Rich boy digs?
Jameson shook his head and chuckled. It was what it was. When people found out his family had money they handled it one of two ways. At least Amelia was honest about her curiosity. "I usually reserve the tours for VIP's." he said, "Considering the fact that you have to be fully vetted by the FBI to get into the building."
Hopefully the grin on his face had made it obvious he was joking, but even if it hadn't, pulling Amelia's chain for a while would be fun. Maybe the doorman would even play along..
"I guess I could pull some strings though and see what I can do."
Posted by Jameson Harris on Dec 16, 2012 20:40:18 GMT -6
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"You're a long way from home." Jameson commented, wondering if Ami actually lived with her brother or if she was simply using his place as a point of reference.
"My parents and I live on 57th Street." he added. "At the Sheffield. It's got a great view." he commented.
They were approaching the stop he'd mentioned before. "Excuse me..." he said, reaching across Amelia to pull the cord that would signal to the driver to stop.
"You have your cell phone?" He asked as the bus started to slow.
Posted by Jameson Harris on Dec 16, 2012 19:39:37 GMT -6
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"I was just saying that I live on the nice side of Central Park." Why he'd felt the need to specify that he lived on the nice side, Jameson wasn't sure. Nobody had ever called him arrogant, but damn it, his parents hard worked hard for what they had and he wasn't ashamed to show a little pride in what they'd accomplished every now and then.
Mental harangue finished, he looked over past Ami and out the window.
"In fact, this next stop is close enough. It's a better walk than the one after it."
Posted by Jameson Harris on Dec 15, 2012 13:49:02 GMT -6
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The Crazy chick comment failed hard. Jameson almost winced. He'd been doing so well, then fell right into the deep end while wearing cement choes. Luckily the silence didn't stretch long though. Ami had a question.
Where in Manhattan?
Confident he knew this answer, the teen responded, "Right by Cen-"
He'd been going to tell her that he lived on the nice side of Central Park, in the big apartment building that people always saw on TV shows. Other kids were generally impressed by that, even in their teens. The bump from up above had startled the ideas out of his head though, and his eyes followed Ami's, glancing up at the roof of the bus.
Posted by Jameson Harris on Dec 14, 2012 23:38:50 GMT -6
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Vindictive crazy woman? Jameson had to chuckle and shake his head. "Haven't you heard? Guys dig the crazy chicks." Probably not what she wanted to hear right that moment, but Jameson knew he'd heard that one somewhere cool.
Where was he headed? "Home to Manhattan." Jameson said, "I was working on my English project in one of the outer branches of the library."
"Where are you getting off? I wouldn't mind a bit of a walk if you needed an ear." Yup. That was the kind of guy he wanted to be.
Posted by Jameson Harris on Dec 14, 2012 23:14:46 GMT -6
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Ah. It had been a rhetorical statement. She hadn't actually wanted him to do anything. Jameson realized, with mild surprise that the panic that had momentarily crushed his chest was loosening up. This wasn't so bad. Amelia just needed someone to listen...as she was all the things she said she was.
Good lord. What was that someone long dead had said about a woman scorned? The comments were cutting...and probably deserved?
Jameson didn't know what to say...until she said she just needed to deal.
"Just dealing never helped anyone." Jameson said. His experience with girls was anything but expansive, but from what he'd seen. "You can't just hold all of that in, or you'll get all bitter and shriveled." He'd heard that somewhere...hadn't he? Hopefully it hadn't been some kind of obviously effeminate TV show his mom had insisted on watching in his presence.
Posted by Jameson Harris on Dec 14, 2012 21:36:39 GMT -6
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Jameson laughed out loud at the Taylor Swift comment. Slightly dark humor was something he could get behind. "God no." he said, "I don't know if the world could handle two." He paused for a moment wondering if he should go on, then threw caution to the wind. "I saw something on the internet that said one of her ex-boyfriends should write a rebuttal song called, 'Maybe It Was You." "
He didn't really give her a chance to hate what he'd said, because he was curious about something else she'd said.
"And you couldn't ask me to do what?" Maybe there was something he could do?
Posted by Jameson Harris on Dec 14, 2012 21:17:39 GMT -6
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Oh man. For a second, Jameson panicked like any good man does when a girl starts talking about boy problems. What was he supposed to do? How was he supposed to help? It wasn't like he was a counselor, or girl buddy. He was just some unlucky schlub who'd happened onto this bus.
But...he was that schlub, he decided a few moments later. He was who she had to talk to, and he was going to have to be a man and see what he could do. It's what his father would have done, Jameson was sure of it. It was also the kind of man he wanted to be.
"That's really awful." He said, mildly curious and slightly panicked to hear more details. "Anything I can do to help?"
D'oh...smooth. Hopefully she'd realize he was trying to help.
Posted by Jameson Harris on Dec 14, 2012 20:38:42 GMT -6
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Oh man. He'd screwed up by even saying anything. Truly, the last time they'd spoken outside of school had been under a tree in Central Park, and that had been pleasant enough. There had been interaction at school though, they'd worked on labs together, and that had been pleasant. This was not pleasant though, at least not so far.
This was awkward too. It was also obvious that she didn't really want him to sit, but was making an effort to be polite. The bus lurched into motion and Jameson stumbled, nearly falling into the lap of a grumpy looking woman in the next seat. Regaining his balance, he sat next to the girl from school. "Thanks." He mumbled quietly.
A few times, as the bus rumbled, he opened his mouth to say something more, but thought better and closed it again. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out one of his ear buds and put it in his ear, then fiddled with his iPod until he found a good song. The other ear bud, he left in his pocket so the ear next to Amelia was free...just in case.
Posted by Jameson Harris on Dec 14, 2012 19:46:38 GMT -6
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Blah. He'd missed the bus. This was the kind of thing that sucked about living in New York. You had access to world class...everything, but you had to travel through some not-so-world-class areas to get to them. When you missed the bus...you had to walk through some of those areas. Areas you know that your parents would fume over. Areas that your parents would hopefully never realize you'd walked through.
Because nothing had happened. And you made it to a bus stop in an area that was acceptable.
It was cold, and Jameson wrapped his arms around himself as he waited for the bus to arrive, and after a fashion, it did. The teen chalked it up to another great thing about New York. Most of the time the busses ran on schedule.
So on he got, scanning his ride card and making his way further into the bus. God, it was cold. He spotted a familiar face and made his way to the seat. It was too late when he realized just how pissed off and preoccupied Ami looked.
Posted by Jameson Harris on Jul 20, 2012 15:04:38 GMT -6
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Gina. They were sending Gina out to get him.
Jameson had to chuckle a bit. That’s what they should have put on the brochure for the mutant lessons. He could see her now, making her way down the drive from the doors. She was cute, and small, he decided as she approached. Maybe these lessons wouldn’t be so bad after all…
The girl approached, and Jameson squinted. Did she have horns? And weird feet? And wings?
Jameson couldn’t help himself, he stared a bit as he studied her, trying to work out his opinion. Yeah, short and cute was still short and cute. Still, he wondered if she looked like that all the time, or if it was something she could change. Again, the thought that maybe these classes wouldn’t be so bad.
“You’re Gina?” he said as she approached, putting on his best smile.
