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.
"Oh. Sorry. Kara, I didn't even hear you come up."
Wait...he knew her?
Kara felt the gears immediately start turning in her head. He did look kind of familiar, but she couldn't place where she'd seen him before. One of her classes? Maybe in the Library somewhen? The internet?
Oh...wait...
"T--Ted, right? From move-in day?"
He smiled a little bit. "So...What's going on? Haven't seen you in a while."
"U--um..." She thought for a moment about how to answer that. Did she really want to explain her hideously awful day to a near-total stranger? The answer was clearly no, but then what could she say? That day was basically all that happened today. And it's pretty hard to not mention what basically took over the entirety of a day.
In the end, she decided to keep it simple.
"I...I was just...um...heading back to my room." It took her a moment, but then she realized what was missing from that sentence. "Y--you?"
Not because of schoolwork. That was going fine, not to mention it was quite relaxing for her. Nor did it have anything to do with the various riots that had only recently ended, during which She and much of her family had hidden under a few metaphorical floorboards. No, her bad day had nothing to do with all that.
A classmate...had touched her.
Just a simple gesture. A "good job" pat-on-the-back. He couldn't have known that it would make her go into a panic. Or spend the next hour in the bathroom trying to stop panicking.
But it all happened. And it didn't leave Kara feeling particularly secure in any sort of company.
She was on her way back to her room, silently hoping her roommate was out, when she noticed another one. He was just standing there, staring at a painting, obtusely blocking the hallway.
Okay, maybe not blocking the entire hallway. But there was no way for Kara to get around him without having him be in the Danger Zone.
So...she decided to stand up for herself.
"U-um..." she squeaked, "can...can you m--move, please?"
So...yeah. I've been kinda absent as of late. I blame Uni, as that stuff kinda sucks your life away.
But since I'm no longer frantically scrabbling to pass Math classes, and my savant-skill Physics is the only thing left, I figure it's about damn time I get back into MRO. So if anyone wants to make friends/enemies/frenemies with my little Miss Lightbulb, feel free to let me know. She's pretty introverted, though, so there'll probably have to be a hell of a convoluted excuse for human (mutant?) interaction.
After passing the note, Kara quickly deleted the last paragraph. But instead of brainstorming, she took a quick peek over her computer in the general direction of Miles. He was writing something down, but then he stopped...
...and burst out laughing, at a volume that would shame most whales.
Everyone turned to stare. And shush them. And even the librarian was walking over purposefully.
Being unable to flee the planet, Kara simply shrunk down lower and lower into her seat.
Miles madly began typing as the librarian approached more and more ominously, before finally, Kara watched him get forcibly dragged out of the library. But he just couldn't leave well enough alone, could he? Apparently, he couldn't, because the first thing he did after getting dragged out of a quiet room for being loud, he stuck his head back through the door and yelled, "I'll see you around!"
The librarian was by the door in what seemed like a millisecond, but apparently, it was enough time for Miles to flee. After that, she calmly walked back to her desk, and (along with several other people) began to simply stare at Carragail, as if to say, "Try me, little Miss Smartypants."
Kara's list of safe havens shrank to zero. After all, how likely was she to get past the Kuiper Belt?
She tried to shove those people out of her mind and return to her work. But then, something caught her eye. On the table...was that...
The blush came back.
The note.
Was still.
Sitting. Right. There.
As quietly as she possibly could, she started reaching across the table to grab it. A quick glance around, though, let her know that the librarian was still watching very intently. Her eyes were like laser beams boring into Kara's skull. It was among the scariest things Kara had ever seen, second only to that one Youtube Video whose name she couldn't place.
She quickly grabbed the note, and sat back in her seat. But the librarians eyes were still there, still boring into her mind. She was about to read the note, but then simply crumpled it up, packed up her things, and fled the library, tossing the note into the recycle bin as she went.
She could only hope that Central Park would be far enough.
Kara stared hard at Carter, careful not to do anything that might upset anyone else (in other words, sitting perfectly still and hidden by her laptop). She had a pretty serious issue here. After all, Carter was originally supposed to be a sassy, mopey, rebellious teenage boy. She had rebellious, and now she had sassy. She also had teenage boy, or as close as she could get barring a world-changing psychic event where that entire species suddenly made a tiny bit of sense.
But she didn't quite have mopey...
The trick was to subtly weave it into the dialogue so that it became a barely-noticeable undertone.
"Sorry, sorry...it's...a congenital thing. Can i see my mom now?"
"Y--You're...sure it's not...contagious?"
He stared at her with a visual facepalm. "I just said it's congenital."
"Well...if you say so..."
"You didn't answer my question."
"Actually, I did. The answer is no." The phone rang suddenly, making the receptionist jump slightly. Then, picking up the reviever, she softly said to Carter, "If you'll excuse me..."
Carter got the message. He left the hospital, wandered back to his dad's '91 Camry, and fell more than sat in the driver's seat. After a few minutes, he turned the radio on, found the saddest song he could find, and began softly singing along as the tears started
'So much for subtlety,' Kara thought, stopping herself to read back over the rather absurd level of mopery.
The only question was, how to make it more subtle...
She awoke from her thoughts to the sound of paper sliding across the table. Miles had apparently decided that in the spirit of silence, passing notes was the best move. To be fair, he was probably right. And to be honest, she was in a bit of a bind, so as quick as she could without looking like she was in a hurry, she grabbed the note and began unfolding it, eager to have a piece of the wisdom contained in--...
...--side...
Bright red blush began to creep up her neck.
It wasn't the bottom note that bothered her. It was the note that had been crossed out that she didn't know how to react to. Was it a note that he'd intended for her, but chickened out on? Or was it just something from a previous time, left behind? In the second case, she couldn't help but imagine the context. And in the first...
Kara glanced briefly around the library. There were only three girls who were immediately visible, and of the three, the only one who was particularly...erm...well-endowed...happened to be the librarian.
The blush was getting farther and farther up her neck.
She flipped the paper over and started scrawling a reply, before erasing and re-writing it with the handwriting significantly improved. Passing the note back, Kara glanced at her reply, which read: "No I don't. Sorry. And I'm not into girls."
"Why don't I walk you to where you're meeting him? That way I know you got there safely."
Busted.
Completely and utterly.
Kara tried to keep her face as composed as possible, while her brain scrambled to figure out an excuse. She'd always been a terrible liar, but she'd never thought it'd actually be a useful skill.
Finally, she arrived at a conclusion. One that she really, really hoped would work.
"It's...um...over on S--Seaman Avenue...by Riverside. You d--don't have to...come along..."
"It's okay, Hun. You two probably won't meet again. I'm going to make sure that brat isn't going to have a job for much longer."
"Oh, n--no...you don't have to..."
"Hey, let's go get some food. I'm starved."
Kara kept trying to finish her previous sentence, but no noises came out. Her brain had overridden her panicky sentence to try not to interrupt the sentence that had interrupted hers. Yeah, maybe a little too nice, but there really isn't such a thing. Right?
Finally, Kara registered what Sarah's most recent sentence actually. She panicked. Mentally flailing, she spat out, "Um...n--no thanks..."
'Wait! You need to say why! Or else you look like a big jerk!'
"Um...my...um...dad...I'm supposed to be..." Her voice trailed off. She could only hope that Sarah could finish her sentence for her.
Carragail was about to spout off a bunch of different answers, listing every reason why this entire situation couldn't possibly end well.
Then she realized...she was pretty much exaggerating the issue.
For starters, he was asleep when Sarah and Kara introduced themselves. There was the distant possibility that her name had seeped into his subconscious mind, but then there was the fact that she'd never thrown her last name out. So he couldn't possibly know her.
On the other hand, she could think of about ten million reasons why he should know it was all a joke.
Silently, she simply deflated and let out a little, "I...guess there's...no harm..."
"Woah, Hun. You need to calm down. I'll move if you answer a few questions. If you give answers that make me think you should go back, then I'll go with you. That okay?"
Kara listened intently to Sarah's request. No...it was more of a demand, really. When she was done, Kara softly muttered, "O--okay..."
She thought hard about what questions Sarah would probably pose, trying to prepare herself for when they came. All she wound up with was questions about her source of bail.
Oh...wait...
Her source of bail was her dad...
What would her dad say?
She was sure that some of her inner panic was showing on her face, even though she tried as hard as she could to keep her inner panic from becoming outer panic. She couldn't help it. The thought of calling her dad from jail was...beyond terrifying....
She shook her head slightly, as if that would get rid of the surge of terror, and added, "O--okay. Go ahead...and...y'know...ask..."
"So tell me, if some random guy came over to you and challenged you for a duel to the death, how would you snap back at him?"
Kara glanced up from her work, completely and utterly surprised at Miles asking a question at all. He seemed to be as caught up in his story as she was in hers. So the fact that he'd even spoken was...
Wait...
What was the question?
'How would you respond if challenged to a duel to the death?' She figured it was close enough.
She turned around, turning face to face with Sarah. Then she giggled. Then she burst out laughing, rolling back and forth with each breath and on the verge of crying from it all.
"It really was, wasn't it?" She managed to say between chuckles.
Then a big, fat realization hit her in the face. She immediately stopped laughing.
"Oh god," she thought aloud. "What if...what if he calls the cops? He knows me! I have to..." She turned to run back to the store and apologize, explain that it was all a practical joke...
...But there was a 23-year-old brunette in the way.
She stopped, and backpedaled a foot or two, then shrank slightly. "Um...I--I need to..." She finished the sentence with her hands, gesturing as if to say, "I need to get around you, so please move."
Every time she kept trying to write something about Carter's harrowing journey, she kept replacing her mopey teen with the Sassypants who was sitting across from her.
'Isn't that the point of a muse? To get inspiration?'
'Yes, but I want, 'Inspired by,' not 'Copied from'.'
With a loud groan of pain and disappointment, she flopped down onto the table, missing slightly so that her head landed smack in the middle of the keyboard. Immediately, she felt it, all the tiny little pinpricks of the corners of keys making her forehead feel almost numb.
"No...no you're not. It's fine, though. I can fix it. Do you...have a...um...a birth certificate on you?"
"No. I don't have one period. The...town hall caught fire."
"Well...um...then..."
"hjglbnsvifjdn ilfglndtljknakjxbckljvjhdkl
That's it!
Carter had a variation of Tourettes Syndrome, where he spouted gibberish whenever he got upset!
It was so perfect! Why hadn't she thought of it sooner?!
"Well...um...then..."
"hjglbnsvifjdn ilfglndtljknakjxbckljvjhdkl!!!" Carter suddenly interrupted.
The receptionist was rightfully perplexed. "I'm...sorry...?"
"Sorry, sorry...it's...a congenital thing. Can I see my mom now?"
"Um...no...i-it's..." She gave up and returned to her computer.
And thought...
Aaaaaaaaand thooooooooought.....
Lightly tapping the "j" key, not hard enough for a keystroke, but enough to make a little series of tapping noises, like a tiny metronome was embedded in the sparkly pink laptop.
Did she really run out of ideas that fast?
Yes. Evidently, she did.
To be fair, this wasn't even the story she'd been intending to write. She glanced down at her Composition Notebook, still sitting there, untouched.
"Hi. I'm Miles. How are you?"
Miles?
Like...per hour?
Not Carter?
She mentally gasped in terror. His name wasn't Carter? But...now that she knew his name, she'd never be able to dissociate the two, and she'd keep referring to Carter as Miles and Miles as Carter and nothing could ever be straightened out and...
'Kara, stop making mountains out of molehills and answer the stupid question.'
"U-um......I'm K-Kara. Hi..."
She turned back to her computer, trying to decide what to do about the serious name problem.
She just stared at him, her face somewhere between disbelief and humor.
An alien robot...trying to be human?
She hated to credit anyone who came up with the idea by madly groping through everything "exciting", but...that wasn't half-bad.
"Um...th--thanks. For the help...I mean." 'I'll stick with fire for now,' she silently added.
"No...no you're not. It's fine, though. I can fix it. Do you...have a...um...a birth certificate on you?"
"No. I don't have one period. The...town hall caught fire."
"Well...um...then..."
"That nugget of help I just gave you comes at a price. What's a cool name for a magic ring?"
She jumped slightly at the sound of Carter's voice, more out of surprise than anything. She...really needed to learn his actual name, now that she thought about it. Unless Carter was his real name...in which case...she really needed a Psychic Test.
Wait...what was the question? Cool name for a magic ring?
"Ne--Nesloga. It's the...um...Croatian word for...um...discord...I think. That...w-work?"
She tried to answer. She really did. But her mind was in some deep, dark hole. A hole were strangers across the state would stare...gawk...ogle...all at her...
Where people would talk about her behind her back...point her out in the streets...barrage her with questions and try to make conversation...
A hole crowded with people. Too many...too many...too many people too many people too many peopletoomanytoomanytoomanyTOOMANYTOOMANY...
"Listen, hun. I know how you feel about this."
Kara latched onto his voice...dragged herself back to reality. At least, close enough to say, "T--then why...did you..."
"Look, Carrie. I wouldn't have asked if I had any choice! If anyone else was avaliable, I'd have snapped them up in a heartbeat. But...you're the only mutant either of us really knows well. And...I mean...come on! You're frickin' perfect! Going to Xavier's, being a nice gal...they'll love you! You don't find a gem like that so close to home."
"I--I can't...I can't..." Her voice was cracking again. That dark place in her mind was looming closer.
He sighed, making a scratchy, rattling noise through the phone. "I know, sweetheart. But...this is bigger than all of us. This isn't about voters, or campaign ads, or reelection. This is about the preservation of democracy as we know it."
"H--how?"
"Democracy isn't like other governments. You don't get leadership by divine right or force or coercion or anything like that. You get it through faith. Faith from the people ruling that you're the man for the job, that you're gonna make things better, that you're...you're on their side. But let's say that faith wavers. Something happens, and people stop believing in their leaders. Then what?"
"W--wh--"
"Everything stops. People lose faith in their leaders, then their government, then their economy...hell, they lose faith in each other. Before you know it, all of civilization collapses into a bunch of panicked shut-in nutjobs. Then where are we? We're a bunch of lonely souls who live and die alone. And I don't know about you, but I'm not about to let that happen. Are you?"
