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.
Lizzy waited as Rebecca called her boss. She felt a little awkward just standing there, but she supposed it was normal to feel odd when someone else was making a phone call. Luckily, it didn’t take too long so this odd feeling of “what should I do?” didn’t last long. From what Lizzy could hear from Rebecca’s side of the conversation, Rebecca was taking the next half hour off whether her boss liked it or not.
Something stuck out to Lizzy as Rebecca talked, and she wasn’t sure if she was joking or not. Raising her eyebrows slightly, Lizzy asked, “Super secret mutant stuff?" Was Rebecca like Lizzy? She hadn’t met another mutant; rather, she hadn’t met another mutant that she knew about. Lizzy supposed that it could had just been a joke between her and her boss.
“I’m not going to ask about what he was going to make you wear, but we can certainly find something to do for a half hour.” Lizzy paused for a second to think about what the two of them could do for the next half hour. “Hmm… Well we could either go to my apartment that’s a few blocks away or I know this really good coffee shop on the next block. I’m up for anything really.” Lizzy knew her mother wouldn’t mind what time she came home, so if she stayed out for just a little bit more, she wouldn’t be too upset.
Today just had to be a slow day. Lizzy hated slow days when she was playing in the subway. She stood in her usual spot with her guitar case opened in front of her and played. A few people were nice enough to donate some money, but the common passerby simply dismissed Lizzy’s existence. She was used to it though. After a few years playing here, it was common, but today was even worse than usual. It had been maybe four hours and Lizzy hadn’t even made twenty bucks yet.
Oh well, Lizzy thought, Maybe I’ll just call it quits early today. She didn’t really want to, but maybe it would be best for her to try another part of the city or just go fool around in Central Park again. Whatever she decided to do, Lizzy decided upon one last song. She began to play Jason Mraz’s “I’m Yours”. It was a nice mellow song and it calmed Lizzy down. She remembered why she was there in the subway in the first place. She loved music and this gave her the ability to showcase her musical talent while helping out her family at the same time.
As Lizzy sang, a man walked by and stopped in front of Lizzy for a couple seconds. He pulled out a five-dollar bill from his wallet and dropped it in the guitar case that sat at Lizzy’s feet. To show her appreciation for the stranger, Lizzy nodded her head toward the kind man. Maybe it’s not as bad as it seems, Lizzy thought. Just maybe it wouldn’t be a waste of a day like she assumed.
Poor Rebecca. She missed her stop. And while she was headed to work too. “I think everyone has missed their stop at least once. I certainly know I have. Hopefully your boss will be okay if you’re a bit late.” Lizzy felt terrible for making her miss her stop. She could only hope that Rebecca didn’t miss her work by too much. “What can I say? My life is just so mesmerizing.” Rebecca pulled out her phone to call someone to no avail. It was the subway which meant no calls came in or out while underground.
Rebecca said she would get off with Lizzy at the next stop. “Sounds good to me! I hope your work isn’t too far from here.” The train stopped signifying they had arrived at Lizzy’s stop. With her guitar case in hand, Lizzy stood up and waited for the doors to open. Luckily, there were only a handful of people waiting to board the subway so it was easy to avoid them.
Lizzy walked toward the exit and passing her usual spot said, “This is where I typically play during the day or rather, where I start out at. There are a few times, like today, when I fool around the city.” The stairs were right next to her spot. As she climbed them, the contrast of the bright sun to artificially lit subway blinded Lizzy for a second. She told Rebecca, “Well, I think you should be getting reception now.” Lizzy pulled out her own phone from her pocket to check her own reception – full bars now and no messages either.
To Lizzy’s delight, Rebeccca sounded excited for getting together in the future. She suggested Lizzy helping her write a song too. “That would be awesome! Although, I bet you won’t need my help much to write a song.” The idea of a brainstorming session excited Lizzy. Usually she was left to fend for herself if she decided to write lyrics, but all of hers were terrible in her opinion. The music she could handle, but words to go with them? That was not Lizzy’s forte.
Rebecca asked Lizzy where she was off to. It probably seemed odd that she was hauling her guitar around, but Lizzy was so used to it. The extra few pounds were hardly ever noticed anymore. “I’m headed home right now. I played earlier today and decided to fool around the city today instead. Where are you headed off to?”
The car stopped again and Lizzy, glancing up at the map again, said to herself, “Okay, next one is mine.” That was one thing that Lizzy was worried about: missing her stop. A while back she had dozed off and missed her stop by six stops. It wasn’t until a mother with a crying baby and a noisy five-year-old boarded the subway that Lizzy woke up and realized that she had completely missed her stop. Since then, Lizzy always checked the route map frequently while telling herself aloud or in her head how long she had left. She didn’t mind winding up in a random part of the city; it just meant getting back would take a bit longer.
Lizzy stared into Rebecca’s eyes again intensely almost jokingly. She had this serious look on her face like someone would if they were in the middle of a staring contest. After a few moments with this serious face on, she couldn’t hold it. Lizzy just began laughing. “I’m hopeless at keeping a straight face.”
It took a little bit for Lizzy’s laughing fit to subside, and when it finally did, Rebecca asked her a question about her music. “I do both actually. When I’m playing in the subway, I sing as well. And when I’m just trying to think, I play whatever comes to mind. We should hang out another time and maybe you could hear something!” They seemed to click well, and Lizzy definitely wanted to hang out again. It wasn’t what Lizzy expected to happen on the subway today.
In the background, Lizzy heard the stop being announced. She checked the map on the side of the car. Only two more stops before her stop. The subway ride had gone a lot faster than usual. Typically, Lizzy found herself in danger of falling asleep with the mundane ride, instead she made a new friend.
Lizzy found it interesting that Rebecca came over for school. It wasn’t something she had really looked into because she was homeschooled senior year because of the abrupt move and college just wasn’t something Lizzy saw herself doing. It wasn’t that it wasn’t an option. Her parents had the money to send her to college. It was just that Lizzy didn’t know what she wanted in life right now, and she felt that college would just be a waste of time at the moment because Lizzy was perfectly happy playing music in the subway.
After a bit, Lizzy noticed Rebecca relaxed a bit in her seat and subconsciously did as well. However, she immediately tensed up when Rebecca made the eyes comment. So she did notice. Lizzy thought they were past that awkward moment. She ran her hand through her blonde hair saying, “I’m really sorry about that. I just think your two different eye colors are so cool to be honest. I didn't mean to stare at all.”
Even though Lizzy was pretty sure she meant to tease her about it, her natural reaction was to apologize. “Besides, I thought we were past that part! You just had to bring it up again!” said Lizzy as she smiled a bit as she relaxed back into her seat. It at least wasn’t as awkward this time around. Besides, Lizzy was able to explain what had happened so she didn’t seem like a creeper to Rebecca.
Scotland apparently. “That’s awesome. I’ve always wanted to travel there. What made you decide to move to the States?” Maybe she wanted to escape small town life like Lizzy always wanted to, and for Rebecca, this meant escaping across the Atlantic. Lizzy could only imagine moving across the ocean. Moving across the country was one thing, but moving to a different country was another thing entirely.
Lizzy noticed the awkwardness was disappearing quickly, and she was glad for it. She felt so bad for the odd tension, but the conversation with Rebecca seemed to be going smoothly now. Rebecca asked Lizzy if she was a New Yorker. Lizzy couldn’t help but chuckle slightly at the question. ”Nah. I wish I were though. I’ve lived here for, oh gosh, almost three years now. I moved here from this small town called Giddings, Texas because I— well because my family decided it was time for a change.” It was shocking to Lizzy that it had really been three years. She felt so much like she had lived in New York almost a lifetime with the exceptions of those moments when she thought back to Texas life. Lizzy joked, “Oh and just for the record we Texans don’t ride our horses to school.”
It was really easy talking to Rebecca for some reason. Lizzy hadn’t had a lot of friends in New York because she had been homeschooled. Aside from the few other performers and the homeless folks in the subway station where she played, Lizzy didn’t really know anyone. She especially didn’t know anyone close to her age. It was nice to be able to talk and joke around even if she had only met the girl a few minutes ago.
The boy looked a little shocked that Lizzy had asked him, but he came over and began to pluck the strings and then began singing. It took a moment for Lizzy to recognize the song as a Bruno Mars song because his voice wasn’t as high as Mr. Mars. But as Lizzy thought about it, not many folks can pull of his high register.
Lizzy sat there absentmindedly running her fingers through the grass and listened to the song. She smiled at the familiar tune. It wasn’t a perfect rendition of the song, but it was still pretty good. He had a nice singing voice that was easy to listen to unlike some folks Lizzy had heard in subway. When he finished, he mentioned that he should have sung a deeper song and asked Lizzy what she thought of his performance. “I personally thought it was pretty good. A deeper song might have suited you a little better, but Mr. Mars can be tricky with some guys.”
As she talked about the music, Lizzy really wanted to impersonate Bruno Mars for just a little bit, but the boy might get a little freaked out that she all of a sudden sounded like a man specifically Bruno Mars. She instead asked him, “So where did you learn to play?”
The redhead girl thought it was awesome or rather “wicked” that Lizzy played in the subway. She had noticed the girl’s accent previously, but hadn’t thought much of it until she said “wicked”, but Lizzy was hopelessly lost on identifying accents.
As the conversation continued, Lizzy discovered that the girl wasn’t a musician but a poet instead and her girlfriend was a violinist. After looking away from her eyes, Lizzy snuck a peak to see that she was slightly pink. It was a bit awkward and Lizzy tried to save it by muttering, “Poets make the best lyricists. I’m not that much of a writer so I do more covers than originals. The few ones I’ve written aren’t very good.”
It was still a bit awkward between the two of them. Lizzy didn’t know what to do until the girl extended her hand and introduced herself as Rebecca. Lizzy shook her hand saying, “I’m Elizabeth. Well Lizzy to most people. Except my mom. I’m Beth to her instead, everyone else calls me Lizzy, Anyway, it’s nice to meet you, Rebecca.” She knew she was rambling a little bit, so she quieted down, but Lizzy was still curious about the girl’s accent. It was some British Isles accent, but Lizzy couldn’t figure out what part. It didn’t hurt to ask. “So I have to ask you, where are you originally from? I’m really bad with accents.”
As Lizzy sat on subway awaiting her stop, she became lost in her own mind. It always went back to what tomorrow’s set list would be for her subway crowd. She didn’t even notice the girl sitting across from her until she asked Lizzy what kind of music she played. Lizzy looked up at the redheaded girl who looked about the same age. The stranger looked nice enough to her, and it would pass the time until her stop. Lizzy told her, “I play all sorts of music. Typically more modern hits because the people who pass by me as I play in the subway recognize the song. I’ve been in an Adele mood lately though.”
It always cheered Lizzy up to talk about her music. Even though it had been a long day, Lizzy didn’t mind talking about music with a complete stranger. As Lizzy absentmindedly played with the latch on her guitar case, she asked the redheaded girl, “Do you play any instrument yourself?” When Lizzy glanced up to look her in the eyes, she noticed her eye color, or colors rather. They were slightly different colors – one was blue and the other was green. She had heard of this before, but wasn’t sure what it was called. It was different, but Lizzy thought her eyes were stunning nonetheless.
Lizzy caught herself just staring into the stranger’s eyes, and quickly looked to her hand fumbling with the latch still. All Lizzy could think was I hope she didn’t notice me staring. She knew it was rather rude to stare, and to a complete stranger too, but Lizzy couldn’t help it. The girl’s eyes were just so unique and pretty!
Lizzy grasped her guitar case closely as she sat down on the bench and waited for the subway to come. Typically she didn’t wander far from the station near her apartment, but today she felt adventurous after playing for tips that morning and early afternoon. She had ventured around New York, specifically Central Park, to take in the greenery that she somewhat missed from living in Giddings.
Her old life back in Giddings was so much simpler and so much smaller. Everybody knew everyone with the exception of the tourists who passed through on their way to a bigger city. The locals, however, knew the other locals, which meant causing a big scene like discovering mutant powers in front of the whole school was enough cause to skip town.
Sometimes, like now, Lizzy wondered what happened to her friends in Giddings. They must have graduated by now. It had been a couple years. Did they go to college like everyone planned to? Or did they stay in the small town most likely never to leave the state? She shrugged the thoughts off because out of all of her high school friends, she did it. She escaped small town life and entered into big city life.
The subway arrived and Lizzy along with a small group of people hopped on. Luckily, there weren’t enough people to crowd the place up, so Lizzy easily found an open seat near the entrance. She was able to lean her guitar case against her legs without it hogging up too much room. Now, she just had to wait for her stop and she would be home soon.
I'm up for threading with you! I'm not sure about Gina, but I know meeting with Chase would have to be some random meeting somewhere. But we might be able to have ourselves a mimic battle eventually. Lol.
I'm up for anything really because I only have one thread going on currently...
