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?
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Posted by Margo Jewell on Jun 28, 2015 15:11:46 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
256
7
May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
It was all that stupid, clumsy janitor's fault.
Well, more accurately, it was the fault of whoever had hired the janitor. But that was besides the point.
The thing was, if he hadn't tried to mop the second floor of the Mansion library with the toxic waste of someone's failed science experiment, then they wouldn't have had to section off that part of the building, which ended up including not only the second floor but the entire library, the dining room, and a hallway. None of which any of the residents, including Margo, saw as more than a temporary inconvenience, so it wasn't that big of a deal. Until she, being Margo, got bored enough to try a number of online classes, which were actually pretty awesome but somehow ended up with her taking a stroll down the street on this particularly rainy day to people watch. It sounded creepy and oh-so-perverted, but it was buckets of fun.
Her first real assignment for one particular course of study: a creative nonfiction essay, to be sent in to a local office for critique. (Anything she was going to send in, she figured she might as well put some thought into.) So off she went. She made her way down the street, hood up to keep the rain out of her eyes, Doc martens splashing through the puddles- she'd thought her rubber rain boots with the lizard pattern were too conspicuous for this occasion- and altogether noticed by no one.
Which was all well and good, until she turned the corner and nearly walked into a mugging.
"Hey! Give us your money!"
"Hey yourself. I don't have much more than a 50, granted it's more than your mother earns but it's still not a lot."
"Excuse me. My name is Lori and I couldn't help but overhear."
The girl quickly retreated, but not before catching a glimpse of the scene in question. A group of dim witted thugs. Their victim, some jerk with a soggy, half-eaten burger. A well-dressed lady, trying to shake hands like the business woman that she was. What did she think she was doing? Margo bit her lip and leaned out of sight, listening. She could insert herself into this situation if she wanted to, how she wanted to, and when she wanted to. Not any other way.
Posted by Margo Jewell on Jun 27, 2015 14:08:23 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
256
7
May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
(OOC: that's perfectly fine)
Margo was quiet then, basking in the familiar, comfortable silence between Richard and herself that followed. Gradually the storm faded into the distance, leaving just the steadily falling rain. The girl leaned serenely over the railing, letting the cool drops run through her fingers- a peculiarity of hers, that on certain occasions she liked to experience things with as many senses as possible. The words she would have used to describe this moment were elusive... But in the end, she settled for one she hadn't known she still remembered.
物の哀れ. Aware. It was a recognition of the impermanence of beauty, but also of its timelessness. A poignant thought, though she couldn't think of a way to say it in English.
The silence stretched out, until Margo thought she had better say something before it became awkward. Richard had removed his hand from her shoulder after a while, but the kindly gesture was not forgotten. She was too timid to have even thought about doing such a thing, and maybe it was slightly unexpected and awkward. But nice, all the same.
She'd opened up to him so much tonight, more so then just about anybody else, ever. He'd received her trust, received it and respected it nobly. But there were lies between them, weren't there? She hadn't lied outright, just skated over the truth, not knowing how Richard would react to the knowledge that she was a mutant. Would he try to blow her brains out? No. Would he still want to be friends (or whatever they were now)? That was harder to answer. She wasn't accusing him of any particular malice, as if. Margo knew him better than that. Not to mention one of her smuggled words. As in, something that was never meant for her to hear.Mostly. Perhaps he was ashamed of being a mutant. (Or perhaps he was an alien hybrid, or something of the sort. That would be awesome.)
Really, what did any of it matter? X-gene or not, friends were friends and family were family. Margo smiled as she remembered a certain friend's words. "A girl knows the rhythm of her bestie's soul, not her secret cherry pie recipe."
Glancing up at Richard, the girl sighed. It was awkward now, and she still had no idea what to say.
Posted by Margo Jewell on Jun 26, 2015 17:47:41 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
256
7
May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
As they followed the woman through a pair of double doors down a long hallway, yet another guard trailing behind them- for what exactly, the girl didn't want to know- Margo was yet examining the place with a critical eye. It seemed to be an older building; in the style of a time long before hers. It almost reminded her of a hotel, in some ways; a horror-movie worthy one at that. In the manner of hospitals, it was squeaky clean; that was just about the only resemblance it bore to one. She wondered if it was funded by the state. Not that the girl knew much about such places, but she hoped that all mental facilities weren't like this. Heck, this was enough for anybody to go off into the deep end.
There were doors on either side of the hallway: sturdy, locked. A chilling scream issued from behind one of them. Margo flinched. The guard did not. Neither did their guide.
Soon they came to what she supposed was the visiting area, an open air area enclosed by the walls of the mental hospital. In the center of the courtyard stood a guard tower; around every corner, armed guards. Margo frowned slightly as she followed a distance behind her friend. Emily headed to where an elderly lady was seated on a park bench under a dead tree (gosh, was everything around here dead?) and sat down beside her. So. That was Mary, then.
Margo stood awkwardly nearby. Oh, how she wished she was an actual telepath. What good was screwing with the people around you if you couldn't even tell what they were thinking in the first place?
Posted by Margo Jewell on Jun 22, 2015 11:17:55 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
256
7
May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
"All is well," Was all she said, softly quoting the poem of the same title.
A brilliant flash of lightning lit the sky as Richard finished his explanation, followed by the deep rumblings of distant thunder. The rain intensified. And as Margo finally looked up at the guy, she wondered at him. She was struck, as she had been at their first meeting, at his unfathomable goodness, his honest insight. A tattoo, she thought with a small laugh. Leave it to him to compare a tattoo to a tragedy. In any case, it was just about the best thing she'd heard all year.
"Come," said Richard suddenly, startling the girl out of her reverie. He led her to a covered back area with a lovely view, a railing, and two deck chairs. "I love watching the rain, especially when there is a good thunderstorm."
"What, not afraid of being struck by lightning?" She teased. She did love the rain.
He rested his hand on her shoulder in an almost brotherly fashion, and she could practically feel the warmth of his gaze on her. Margo didn't know quite what to think of this gesture. It was awkward, but...nice. And just then the gentle strains of a song she hadn't heard in a while came on the radio. So she closed her eyes and listened and that moment, right there, was perfect.
As it ended, she smiled. "Isn't that quite the promise."
Posted by Margo Jewell on Jun 21, 2015 16:04:19 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
256
7
May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
(OOC: Sorry for the shorter post)
They took a seat in the drab waiting room of the mental ward, where they'd been instructed to stay by an equally depressed-looking, edgy guard. As Margo eyed her surroundings, Emily turned and whispered to her. "You still sure you wanted to tag along?"
"No," The younger girl said seriously, then laughed. The only other visitor left in the room by now stared up at her suddenly and blankly, and Margo quickly looked away. "Sorry," she muttered, then quietly to Emily, "This is scary." Somehow humor didn't quite feel right in a place like this. Nothing felt quite right in this "hospital" to be honest. She just couldn't stop thinking about how much the place reminded her of a prison. A rundown old prison from some horror movie.
"So," she whispered to Emily just for distraction's sake, "what's up with this friend of yours? Tell me a little about her."
Posted by Margo Jewell on Jun 21, 2015 15:39:04 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
256
7
May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
Ignoring her protests, he shrugged off his jacket and tossed it to her anyway. Which actually was the beginning of an exciting adventure, which actually didn't involve the rather interesting discovery she found within the coat's pockets. Rolling her eyes, Margo had gratefully pulled it on over her own relatively thin sweater, only to casually stick her hand into the pocket...
She quickly withdrew it. Was that ominous lump what she thought it was?
"Actually, you may be right," said Danny with a frown, " I've never had to do a treasure hunt of any sort before, so I wouldn't know the difference. Usually it's just an enemy of some sort and the occupants are expected to fight it. Also, side note - there is a small arsenal in that jacket"...as she had noticed..."so you may want to be slightly careful with what you nudge."
"No kidding," said the girl, raising an eyebrow, "You must have an interesting life. Thus the arsenal. But, um, what exactly did you hand it over to me for?" Examining the contents of said arsenal, she began to freak out a little. "Well, I totally understand if you don't understand this," she began, "but not being immortal, I only really get one chance at life. And I'd rather not spend that one chance accidentally shooting or stabbing myself, not to mention being blown to bits, you know? It's just not all that appealing to me."
"What do you think? I doubt that your guess could be any worse that mine, considering I have no idea what to do either."
"Whatever we're supposed to be doing, I doubt it's standing around here aimlessly."
Posted by Margo Jewell on Jun 19, 2015 11:56:54 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
256
7
May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
"Margo I am very sorry to hear that," said Richard softly, in his way, "You see, I happen to know exactly what you are talking about." This Margo seriously doubted. Her finger slid along the pattern of the armchair, tracing from the opposite direction this time as she listened.
"My Father passed away when I was fifteen. At that time both my mother and sister cried on my shoulder, and overnight I had to grow to become the "man of the house". There was no one for me to turn to so I used to cry myself to sleep every night against the concrete wall. My world imploded, shattered, collapsed. I fell into depression and even contemplated suicide. Anyway, that is in the past. I have made peace with it, I still miss him. And like you, once a year on the day he passed I get really depressed for no apparent reason, until I recall the day."
"What does it mean to make peace with something like that?" she wondered aloud, pausing for a long moment. "It was so long ago, and I thought I had. But that's what's so scary, if you know what I mean? The thought that maybe the reason I could make peace with it meant that I... that maybe I don't love her anymore...because I don't feel the hurt as deeply as I did years ago."
"We all vent sorrow in different ways, so that is perfectly understandable. It would be far worse to try to hold it in, and stuff it. The human mind is sometimes like a high interest bank. You try to contain sorrow and bottle it up and you just make it more intense and when it is finally let out, it is all the more painful, believe me I have been there." He paused, then on a slightly lighter note said. "Still there is a time for mourning alone and there are times where it is best Not to be alone." He smiled and looked up at Margo, sympathy and understanding in his eyes. "Thank you for sharing with me, I am honored by your trust. If you ever need to or want to talk about it, you have my number, and my door is always, always open."
"Yes," said Margo quietly. "But thank you. Thank you."
Well, that conversation had gotten depressing rather quickly. But not sure how to change the subject, the girl just silently contemplated this...friend of hers, who was somehow becoming, with every second that passed, so much more.
Posted by Margo Jewell on May 27, 2015 19:24:47 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
256
7
May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
"Um, mine was long. New job, new city, new responsibilities, learning so much more about my self as well. I am learning so so much. It is overwhelming at times. Also it does get slightly lonely at times. I am currently the only engineer at my workplace. Although I must say I am delighting in the challenge. At the end of the day it leaves my head feeling like a block of wood."
"Aw," Margo smiled, "I can't say I know the feeling. That is, of enjoying the feeling of a head of a block of wood." Wasn't this great? Anything was better than talking about herself. "I'm sure everyone at your workplace appreciates your, um, skills as an engineer. So what sort of things do you work on?" She was genuinely curious, as she was with most things.
"Sorry to hear about your day, care to share? No pressure, only if you want to," he added quickly.
"Are you sure your wooden block of a head can handle it?" She said, raising an eyebrow. She had no intention of telling him. But after a couple moments, she relented. He was such a good friend (understatement of the year), and Margo almost thought something more- best friend, heaven-send, a sort of big brother figure. It had been so long since she had actually talked to someone about these things. It would be good for her.
"It was your typical, boring old day at school," she said, "Anyway, as you obviously know, it was a rainy evening. As you probably don't know, I love the rain. I'm just weird that way. So it starts to rain, and I'm actually sort of happy, but I resist going out because it's pouring pretty heavily and I don't want to, um, get into the situation that I end up getting into anyway. Like you found me. So I'm thinking and I remember another rainy night," she paused for a moment to gather her thoughts. Was Richard bored yet of this? Well, it didn't matter, because she couldn't stop now. She traced the pattern on the armchair with her finger. "I read something once about a guy who would have terrible migraines, and he would bang his head repeatedly against the wall when that happened. It's sort of like that. You want to externalize your pain, you know? So when I remembered my mom passing away 7 years ago on this date- you know I'm so forgetful? Like most of the time I can't even remember the day of the week?" Margo threw that in there just to cover the ache that suddenly caught in her throat at this memory, "When I remembered, I just needed to get out and be alone and...drown it."
The girl hated herself so much at that moment. She was so pathetic- spilling her guts and she couldn't even do it right. There were no tears in her eyes, and she hated herself for it. What was wrong with her?
Posted by Margo Jewell on May 26, 2015 14:34:03 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
256
7
May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
"Help yourself," said Richard, gesturing toward a steaming cup of tea and the pot of tasty looking chicken pesto pasta he'd prepared while she showered (he'd been quite busy, by the look of things), "Mind if we eat by the fireplace? This is probably one of the last nights I will have an excuse to have it on."
"Sure, yeah," Margo replied, and they did so.
It was rather cozy by the fireplace, cozy and quiet. Richard tucked in to his dinner, and Margo sipped from her hot tea thoughtfully, gaze wandering around the room. There was a brief lull in the conversation for a few minutes at least, and the girl absentmindedly observed Richard and his drink. She'd never seen her father drink before...but then, she never really saw her father at all, so she didn't know. He probably did, at all those fancy conferences and dinner parties he must attend. But her thoughts were interrupted by Richard, who, with a contented sigh, turned back toward her:
"So, aside from getting rained on, how has your day been?"
"Good," Margo shrugged. It was the generic answer she always gave, whether her day had been absolutely terrible or amazing. Today had not been a good day, to be honest. "Not really," she admitted, "It was an okay day, then things just started going downhill, I guess. It was actually more like things just suddenly fell off a cliff." Really, the question was why she had been outside in the pouring rain in the first place. "Yours?" Please, please, talk about yourself and don't ask about me.
Posted by Margo Jewell on May 14, 2015 20:04:13 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
256
7
May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
"Margo, if at any point you feel that I am overstepping and feel uncomfortable, just say the word and I will let you out," he said seriously.
"Richard," she parroted, "if at any point you get tired of me, feel free to kick me out." Then, grinning slightly, "No, seriously. Whenever."
They soon arrived at Richard's house. "Come on in then," he said, opening the door. Margo left her shoes on the mat as he instructed, and did so. Richard led her through the living room, then into a corridor. What a nice place he had- on the smaller side, sure, but so cozy. She noted bookshelves and framed pictures of mountains.
"Hold out your hands, please," instructed Richard. She complied, and he began to pile the items into her arms, listing them as he went. "One soft towel and matching flannel, one fuzzy and warm dressing gown- that is my favorite dressing gown, so please take good care of it- sweatpants and black cotton t-shirt. There are spare slippers in the bathroom, which is over there. Feel free to use the shampoo, conditioner, shower gel and anything you need in there." He paused for a moment, seeming to be enjoying this immensely- as opposed to Margo, who, although grateful, was feeling like a charity victim. How could she ever thank him enough? "That should get you warmed up, feel free to hang any wet clothes above the radiator, they will dry quickly. Now do you prefer tea or coffee? Also what sounds good to you for a spot of dinner? I have been deliberating between pasta, a Chinese meal, soup and noodles or congee. I cannot decide."
"Tea, please. And I guess any of those would be fine. I mean, I did sort of eat already, so whatever suits you, or whatever is easiest...And I'm just going to apologize in advance for the hair that'll probably get all over the place," she added, before heading off to her shower.
She ended up putting on the black t-shirt, which was rather like a baggy tunic on her, and her own capri jeans, which had dried after a couple minutes on the radiator; she pulled Richard's dressing gown on over that. Then she hung the rest of her wet clothes up to dry. And brushing her hair as best as she could with her fingers, she went to see what Richard had been up to.
Posted by Margo Jewell on May 10, 2015 11:16:59 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
256
7
May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
"Too much trouble? Too much trouble? Margo, you are soaked to the skin and I am guessing that slight bluish tint to your lips is not a trick of the light or make-up. I worry that you are going to catch yourself a death of a cold and on top of that you look like you have not had a really good day. I offer you a ride and you wonder if you are being too much trouble? You really are a very rare and selfless person you know that?"
"Oh, no way," said Margo, rather embarrassed by this time. "Me? No way. Look, I'm dripping all over your car, and I do think you're exaggerating." Richard sounded genuinely incredulous, and it embarrassed her even more. Did he seriously think she was rare or selfless? "You're the rare and selfless one," she replied, shaking her head. "We met, what, two weeks ago? Do you know how many people would stop and offer a ride to even a close friend on a night like this?"
"Right young lady, pardon me while I step into a slightly bossy older brother role, but unless you have a more pressing appointment elsewhere you are coming with me. Let's get you warmed up, get you some hot tea, or coffee if you prefer that and then I will cook us a bite to eat as I have not had dinner yet and you look as if some food would do you good. How does that sound?"
"Aren't you overstepping this a bit?" Margo protested half-heartedly as he pulled away from the curb. All the same, she rather liked the idea of an older brother role, even a slightly bossy one. And it was lovely and warm inside the car, and the seat even had a built-in heating feature. "Sounds good," she said quietly.
Posted by Margo Jewell on May 8, 2015 19:25:18 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
256
7
May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
"Margo, you ok? Need a ride?"
Margo blinked, recognizing Richard's voice. He'd pulled his car over to the side of the road just in front of her. Under normal circumstances, she'd have politely declined. Dark night, guy, car... what a story. But seeing as they were friends- at least she hoped- and it was freezing out and pouring rain and he'd already slid open the passenger door and the inside would soon be soaked if she didn't take action quickly, the girl scooted in.
"Hey," she said simply. Thing was, she'd not had the best of days; and that was before it had started raining cats and dogs and she'd been caught in the middle of it, without so much as an umbrella...for heaven's sake, wasn't it supposed to be spring? "Thanks, I hope I'm not too much trouble."
Posted by Margo Jewell on May 6, 2015 19:44:33 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
256
7
May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
"I understand," said Richard, getting to his feet and offering to help her up, "Here is my number, let me know when you would be free to go on an outing, or even if you just want to talk."
"Thanks," Margo smiled, taking the offered help (how sweet was that?) and getting up as well. "I will."
"So... I guess it is a farewell then."
Darn, now it was getting awkward. Again. She really sucked at goodbyes. Then again, she hated them- you never knew when the last one would be.
"I very much enjoyed meeting you and our little excursion. I look forward to hearing from you," Richard finished.
"As did I, as do I," she said, a little sheepishly. "Adieu."
She waited until he was out of sight, then turned to go back to the Mansion, in a sunny mood. Who knew, perhaps this time she'd found her soulmate?
Posted by Margo Jewell on Apr 21, 2015 19:42:08 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
256
7
May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
"Aww, you are too kind, I am not, you know.. that amazing or anything, I am just, well, human." The embarrassed Richard protested.
"Oh, will you just be quiet," Margo said, grinning and giving him a small nudge. "No, but seriously, don't ever say that. Because you are amazing and all of that, and I'm, well, terrible. You're making me feel terrible about myself. Just accept the compliment when it's given."
Because really, her new-found friend was amazing. And as dumb and cliche-d it might sound: he was the big brother every girl wished for in her heart of hearts.
"...mostly."
She heard his whisper, his finish.
She said nothing, coward that she was. She pretended she hadn't heard.
They sat there for a while in silence, soaking in the sunlight and the relative peace of that moment. Finally, Richard asked her about her plans for the rest of the day. "I don't particularly have anything to do," she said, "but, um, I'm thinking I should probably get back soon. And, definitely, yes to the hike or picnic. Whenever."
