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.
Central Park: one of those places that Lizzy could never get over. It was so pretty there with the trees surrounding her and the lush grass. It was a new adventure there every day. Today, Lizzy had her guitar strapped to her back as she walked around the park. She spied a very low hanging branch that looked perfect for climbing. She looked around and saw no one in sight – except for the odd squirrel, but it was a park. Securing the guitar on her back she pulled herself onto the low branch, sitting with her legs hanging off the edge. He legs were about three feet from the ground – wasn’t much, but she liked this little spot. It wasn’t exactly hidden from view, but there was still that feeling of danger.
Carefully, Lizzy pulled the guitar from her back and began tune her guitar. When she was satisfied with its sound, she began to pluck the strings and see what music she could come up with. It was a nice little spot to just play around with music. The random passerby probably wouldn’t pay attention, and the birds and squirrels around the park were probably too busy to collect nuts to notice.
Lizzy’s hair was blowing everywhere on this blustery day as she exited the subway. Guitar on her back and some spare change in her pockets. Her recent guitar playing had acquired her about $30 for only a couple hours of playing. One man didn’t have any smaller bills, so he threw in a $20 bill. All things considered, it was a good day.
The night’s sky loomed over her and tens of pedestrians walking the street this late in the evening. One could hardly tell how late it was because of all the lights looming down from the businesses and buildings. Lizzy’s guitar strap was bothering her a little so she stepped out of the heart of traffic to stop and readjust it.
Looking at the red and navy strap, she realized why it was bothering her so much. It was twisted. Lizzy smiled to herself at the awkward strap and fixed there. “There. Much better,” she muttered to herself.
As she walked back into traffic she noticed what building she stopped against. It was a bar called The Night Box. Just standing outside the bar Lizzy could smell the cigarette smoke infiltrating the night’s air and the loud customers yelling at whatever basketball game was on.
She was trying to peer in to see what teams where playing instead of keeping her eyes on where she was going when WHAM. A stranger walking out of the bar holding a beer bottle ran straight into Lizzy.
Angry over his spilt beer, the man yelled, “HEY! Watch out where you’re going!”
Front all covered in his beer, Lizzy could only apologize, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
Lizzy proceeded to walk a couple more buildings past before stepping aside to assess the damage. She looked down at her and saw white tank was drenched in beer and revealing her cami underneath. “Great. Just what I needed. And to think my day was going well.” It was not going to be a fun walk home.
Hey y'all. So maybe you remember me or maybe you don't. I haven't exactly been very active in a few months, but I'm trying to change that since school and real life have finally calmed down. I'm going to try to start writing again here because I've ventured out and tried a couple other rp sites, and yet nothing has been able to replace MRO. haha
I'm rather different in that I participate in the bloodshed rivalries... I like them or at least the school spirit part of it. Still love my friends who have different school opinions though
Why did Lizzy have to get herself involved in this? Why did today have to be her bold day? Why on earth did she have to straighten her hair? All of this could have been avoided if she just left her hair alone. But no, it was too late to turn back now. She was realizing that she was in over her head.
And what money could Lizzy fork over? She didn’t want her to get her hands on the coffee shop’s money, and certainly not on her own money. But Lizzy had her trump card. What was stopping her from using her high-pitched scream and then knocking the robber out? Then, Lizzy remembered: the barista. Of course.
She focused on the stranger’s voice so she could reply to her. She took a breath in and opened her mouth, but nothing came out. Lizzy didn’t know what to say to the robber. What if she just remained quiet? Obviously, her presence was known, but maybe if she just waited. Maybe she’ll come to me and I can knock her out if she wanders over here.
There was a reason that Lizzy wasn’t a cop or in the FBI or anything of that nature. She didn’t know how to handle these kinds of situations. She didn’t want to make a false promise even to a criminal. Besides, if this 911 text worked out, there should be cops here anytime, right? Lizzy had her doubts about this plan working, but Lizzy’s voice mimicking wasn’t going to last much longer, and besides she wanted to be ready to use a high-pitched scream, which meant her power had to be rested. This had to work, or at least she hoped.
The robber yelled back at Lizzy. Well, Lizzy thought, I have her attention. Maybe I can work on getting the barista to safety. She thought the woman must be terrified out of her mind – Lizzy herself was scared, but something in her gut was telling her she had to help out. The woman yelled, “Stay out of this!” and Lizzy assumed it must be toward the barista. The barista. Lizzy hadn’t even thought about the danger she was in! This mutant might injure her – or worse – kill her. Who knew what those glowing green hands could actually do.
In the office, the female continued to speak. “You know, we can settle this the tough or easy way. I'd really rather not blow things up today. It's kinda my lazy day. You know, get some money, take it easy. You're really not helping.” So her hands blew things up. That didn’t comfort Lizzy in the slightest bit. Continuing to speak in the robber’s voice, Lizzy said, ”What if you let the barista go and grab the money? That way nobody gets hurt.” Lizzy had a feeling the robber wouldn’t fall for it, but it was worth a try.
She was still ready to scream if things turned worse, but if the barista was able to get out of there, Lizzy might be able to incapacitate her without the barista. Then, Lizzy had an idea. Why did she not think about this earlier? Silently, she pulled out her cell phone and texted the words “Help robber @ Java the Hut” to 911. She wasn’t exactly if this would work, but Lizzy wasn’t exactly trained and if she was knocked out, then maybe the cops could catch the robber.
Slipping the phone back into her pocket, Lizzy hoped that the robber wouldn’t know better about the cops being on their way. It was a card she could pull out of her pocket if things went sour. She hoped the phone would go undetected – until it began to ring blasting Circle of Life through the hall and most definitely in the office.
Hastily pulling her phone back out, Lizzy silenced the phone call she was currently receiving, and very frightened for what danger she just engulfed herself with now.
Lizzy crept as quietly as she could in the back room, but saw no one in the immediate room. She thought to herself, Where did the barista go? Anything she needed for her drink would be in this room. There was no need for going off unless… unless she was in danger. Continuing the search, she was sure she heard voices coming from the office area of Java the Hut. Her footsteps were only so light, but she could only pray that her feet would not betray her.
A voice rang out from the office saying, “Stop doing that.” Peering around the door, Lizzy saw the barista with another person, another mutant. Right off the back she knew this strange female was a mutant by the way her hands burned green. Immediately Lizzy hid herself around the corner. What to do, what to do..
She searched around the hallway for something to possibly incapacitate the mutant, but it was a bare hallway. Nothing was around except for a couple of picture frames, but Lizzy doubted that would do her any good. The only weapon Lizzy had was her voice. It would mean revealing herself as a mutant to the barista or anyone else who heard her, but Lizzy didn’t see any alternative option.
Maybe deception would help Lizzy out a little. She focused on the little sound bite she heard from the woman, and in the stranger’s voice Lizzy yelled, “Stop doing that or else you’ll wish you hadn’t crossed me.” She didn’t know how to be menacing. Lizzy was ready to use her high-pitched scream, but maybe using the woman’s own voice would confuse her. She could only hope.
Lizzy stared at her phone while she waited for the barista to come back with her caramel macchiato. It was one of those things she did a lot. There was no real purpose to it because all she did was stare at the pointless things people posted to the various social media sites she was on. Why some people posted certain things escaped Lizzy, but she decided that maybe just for a moment, she'll be one of those people. She held her phone up so she could take a picture with her new hairdo, but then Lizzy thought she heard a scream.
Not knowing what to do, Lizzy looked around to see if any other customers heard it, but there was the young man sleeping in the one corner and a pack of whispering gossips in the other. Neither one made any indication they heard a scream, but Lizzy was sure she heard it. She didn't know what to do. Would it be best to go back there just in case?
But what if that were the case? Lizzy couldn't fight anyone. She'd never fought a person in her life. That's not true anymore, the back of her mind whispered. That one intense dream or whatever it was. You fought and killed. It might have been a different setting that wasn't even true, but Lizzy remembered herself as Melody so well that it was a part of her.
Lizzy said today would be different, and this was her chance to prove. Her gut was telling her someone else was here, and it wasn't good. She wasn't a fighter, but her confidence was telling her she could do this. Not wanting to alert any potential threat, Lizzy remained quiet as she tiptoed toward the back room, ready to use her high-pitched scream and reveal herself if she absolutely needed to.
Lizzy looked at herself in the mirror. Her wavy hair flowing down her back. She grimaced at the sight. It was so boring. So plain – so… Lizzy. It was time for something new. She just needed something different. The first thing she decided to do was to try to braid her hair. Whenever she went out, there were so many girls wearing braids. Lizzy wasn’t exactly one with fashion, but this style trend fascinated her.
She attempted a French braid, but after ten minutes of trying, her arms were tired. She looked at herself in the mirror and said, “This looks horrible! Why am I even doing this?” She ripped the braid out and threw the hair tie across the room.
Then, Lizzy remembered something. She remembered the straightener her mom got her for her birthday a couple years ago. She hadn’t used it because she knew how long it would take. Lizzy had so much wavy hair that the battle typically wasn’t worth it. Disturbing the contents of her bathroom cabinet, she finally found the straightener. It was all the way in the back gathering dust. She plugged it in, let it heat up, and began straightening her hair.
It took a while, but eventually Lizzy got her hair straight. She stared at her reflection. It was so bizarre seeing straight hair replace her blonde waves. Her fingers combed her hair almost to see if it were truly there.
A change of scenery. That was what was needed now. This new look needed to be accompanied by going out. She donned her thick red coat to combat the wintery air outside before she headed out of her apartment.
The chilly air numbed her face, but Lizzy didn’t care. The new hairstyle boosted her confidence more than usual, and she decided that today would be a good day for some coffee. It was New York, and most people had to get their coffee fix. Lizzy walked a little before she appeared in front of her favorite coffee shop: Java the Hut.
Going inside the little shop, she went up to the barista and ordered, “Can I get a caramel macchiato, please?” It wasn’t her usual order, but today was different; her hair was different, her confidence was different, so her coffee would be different as well. It was like she had been made over. Lizzy wasn’t sure why, but who knew what today would bring?
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